Noon had come and gone, so he relaxed and kissed her head. “Good morning, love. Any more bad dreams?” “Don't you think you’d know if I had another nightmare?” she replied. “The first one wasn’t exactly subtle.” She was in a bad mood. And who the hell could blame her? He took a deep breath and wrapped her in a hug. “I love you.” “I love you, too,” she mumbled. Then she kissed his chest and rolled away. “I need a shower.” She slid off the hill and shuffled to the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and Quin struggled to fill his lungs as he watched her go. She’d taken a bath after her nightmare, so he knew it wasn’t dirt and grime she was washing away. Layla touched the crown of her head as she turned on the shower, making sure there wasn’t any soreness from her collision with the footboard. Then she stripped down and eased under the spray.
