CHAPTER TWELVE
When I awoke, Corrigan wasn’t beside me. I frowned. The bed felt vacant, but I had slept with him for so many nights before, when I only wanted to be held and comforted.
Knock, knock.
I lifted my head at the door. That’s what had awoken me.
Knock, knock.
It came again. Sitting up in bed, I gazed around, saw the darkness outside the window and wondered how long I had been sleeping.
“Sheldon?”
It was Bryce. Hurrying to the door, I opened it, but looked around behind me. Was Corrigan in the bathroom? Should it matter? But it did. Bryce had lifted his hand for another knock. He lowered it, his eyes penetrating mine as he asked, so soft and so damn tenderly, “You okay?”
Normally I would lie. “No.” I didn’t this time.
He nodded, his face clouded with concern and wariness.
