Wherever I was, it felt like a freaking sweatbox. I kicked my feet free of the blankets. Ah, blessed coolness.
At least for my legs. My upper body was still roasting in the heat.
I pushed against the hard arm that kept me sweat sealed to the body behind me.
The body behind me.
I turned over, popped up on one elbow. A smile stretched my mouth until I felt like an i***t. Saint was here. He was with me. Touching me. Without pain. Without either of us being pulled to the spirit world.
Honestly, I couldn't remember feeling this instant pull, this almost magical bond with Ransom that I do with Saint. A hint of sadness filled me. Am I such an awful person? The smile fell from my mouth as I contemplated my life. I know these guys shared women, but how did their women deal with being share
