She still had a difficult time believing that anyone would want to harm her because of what she had witnessed, but deep inside, she knew it was true. There had been something in Rafe’s eyes when he’d told her about the men who had followed her that had left her in no doubt as to the sincerity of his words. Even if Rafe hadn’t told her about his suspicions, her own gut instinct had told her the same thing.Curling on her side, she bunched the pillow beneath her head and listened to the unfamiliar sounds of Rafe’s townhouse. A clock ticked very quietly in the guest-room, and she could hear the soft whir of his dishwasher downstairs. She’d left her bedroom door open just a crack and a bar of light from the hallway fell across the floor. She knew that Rafe was just across the hall; she’d lain motionless as he’d come up the stairs and gone into his own room. Part of her had wondered if he would stop by her door or maybe come into her bedroom, and how she would react if he did. But his footsteps hadn’t paused or even slowed in front of her room.Just remembering the heated intensity of his kiss and the scrape of his callused hands across her bare skin and she was aroused all over again.
