That one comforting gesture sent sensory memories careening through her body. The feel, the warmth, the tenderness, the caring... Someone had done that before. If she had to guess, she’d say it was Murphy. But when? Why? Had these nagging tugs of emotion for him for months, years even, been real ...
It came down almost to her knees. His scent, still embedded in the fabric, teased her senses. Another low ache hummed through her depleted body. Griff strolled in behind her, clad only in his jeans. She looked away, because all she wanted to do was touch him, all over, again. “I’m starving. I was...
His heart sank. “Listen, I’m not up to another fight today, understand?” She hugged herself tight as a shiver racked her body. “Oh, gr…great, you get to call them when you want them.” Giving up any chance of postponing the confrontation, Nick shrugged off his lightweight jacket and wrapped it aro...