Chapter 7
Holden got home at seven in the morning. I heard his truck pull into the drive. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized how in tune I’d been to that sound. But the familiar rumble of the diesel engine pulled me from the doze into which I’d drifted. I’d stayed on the couch. Not only was it easier to prop myself up there, but I didn’t want to miss Holden when he got in.
I was halfway to the door when he knocked, and I jogged the last few steps and pulled it open. He looked tired, but absolutely magnificent. Tall and broad, and his face broke into a smile when he saw me. He set down his bag just inside my door, then opened his arms. I fell into them and just breathed, taking in his feel and his scent and his warmth. Everything was suddenly right in my world and I didn’t even have to
