Chapter 81

• CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE
• He draped a blanket over her, then sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her pale lips and the bruised circles under her eyes. He picked up a cool lock of her hair, not wanting to wake her, but needing to touch her, even if it was only a silky tress wound around his finger.
• He missed her. And he hated that she wouldn’t accept his help. He hadn’t meant to put such a schism between them. How was he going to make her understand that he cared. When she wouldn’t even let him say anything or make a suggestion without fighting him.