He checked the time. Four thirty. Still fully dressed except for his shoes, he eased from the bed and padded to the window. His room faced the circle drive, and he checked to make sure no one lurked about. Security lights outlined the oaks that lined the drive, their branches reaching into the night sky like silent witnesses. Nothing moved. He turned as boards creaked in the room across the hall. Angel was also up. Probably hadn’t slept.Danny wasn’t ready to communicate with anyone just yet and returned to the bed. He stared up at the ceiling with his hands clasped behind his head. He’d intended to sort out his thoughts last night, especially after he blurted out his declaration of love to Bailey, but sleep found him faster than he’d expected. He stared at the ceiling as though it would give him the answers he sought.He’d exorcised her from his life, or so he thought. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell him he’d risked his life yesterday and almost destroyed his plane, all because he was still in love with her.What had he been thinking when he told her that he still loved her?
