This one for protection. God, don’t let him lose Chaya, because he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never survive it. Chaya smiled as she felt Natches move silently beside her in the big bed, then gave a little shiver as his cool body curled around her. “You’re cold,” she murmured, not quite awake, not quite asleep, but content to drift where she was, content and peaceful. “You gonna get me warm.” His voice washed through her, just a little rough, tinged with masculine amusement. “Hmm.” She shifted against him, her legs rubbing against his hair-roughened ones as a sense of completeness began to make itself known. She shouldn’t feel comfortable. She shouldn’t feel like she was home in his arms, because she hadn’t known what home felt like until Natches. “I’m really cold,” he murmured, rolling her to her back as her lashes lifted and she stared into his shadowed face, glimpsed his quick smile. She loved his smile, though she hadn’t seen it nearly enough since coming to Somerset.
