I didn’t want to see the victims late at night, when everything seems worse than it is. The reality would be bad enough. I woke folded to Royal’s side, my leg over his flat belly, my cheek on his chest. “Mm.” His lips touched my hair. “Morning, sweetheart.” “Oh, god. I don’t want it to be morning. I hate this morning already.” His voice turned husky. “We can make it better.” I smiled against his skin. “Unless you wore yourself out last night.” I opened my eyes. “Last night?” I frowned at the ceiling, trying to recall the evening before. We got inside our motel room; I stripped and fell in bed. I went out like a light. “Last night,” he echoed. His hand cupped the side of my head. He kissed my brow. “You were magnificent.” I was? I tried to move away, but his hand held my cheek against him. “Royal, what are you talking about?” “Don’t tell me you don’t know. I will not believe you.” He released my head and ran one finger over my collarbone.
