She squinted and focused. Four a.m. Then she remembered falling asleep in Dak’s arms under the stars. They’d been back home for an hour, and while he snored, she struggled to sleep. It was already Sunday. Their last day together. Pain knotted in her throat, and the thought of leaving brought tears. She deserved it. The agony, guilt, regret. All of it. The scar on his chest served as a constant reminder of how a lie damaged a person. For the first time since the ordeal, he’d put faith in another woman. Another liar. If he ever found out, he’d hate her. He shifted, and pulled her into his arms without waking as if it was the most natural thing to do. Funny how in a few short hours, she felt at home in his embrace, in his house, in his life. What was she going to do? She’d met the perfect man and screwed it up. Mother wouldn’t be surprised. She expected her daughter to fail and once more, Quinn didn’t disappoint.
