She may have been a bit cocky when she’d dismissed the pain of having her skin tattooed as trivial. “Just breathe.” Dalton’s breath was warm on the shell of her ear. She’d had her fingers clenched around his hand for last two and a half hours, grounding herself with his strength and compassion in...
The stricken, confused look on his lightly stubbled face was the reason she avoided telling anyone about her past. Next would come pity, then eventually, suspicion. She’d been through the same thing with everyone in her hometown and anyone she’d confided in since she left that godforsaken place. ...