WHEN THERON PULLED up to his home at 2am, he glanced at the second floor noting that a light was on in Leah’s room. He frowned at how he had just labeled it: Leah’s room. How quickly he was already thinking of her as belonging in his home. Belonging in his life.
He switched off the motor, opened the door and climbed out. He was alone again, dammit. That strange feeling of guilt at bringing another woman home had crept up on him for the second time in as many nights. It seemed he would be hunting nightly for the remainder of her stay.
Sending his mind in her direction, he felt her awake, worried about her predicament and devising plans to escape with the first chance that came her way.
No! He would not let her leave here. Not yet.
Theron didn’t investigate or linger on his reasons for w
