Page 47 of A Rancher's Heart
She sounded so much like Caleb, Tamara blinked.
Silence fell. Sasha’s eyes stayed closed for longer and longer each time until Tamara thought it was safe. She went to stand—
“Don’t go,” A childish, soft request. More longing in the tone than demand.
Tamara smiled as she gave in. “I’ll stay, but I’m tired. I’m going to lie down next to you. Are you okay with that?”
Sasha nodded, wiggling to make room.
Tamara took a moment to remove her slippers before settling in position. She wondered if she dared rub Sasha’s back, then chose instead to slow her own breathing and close her eyes most of the way.
One exhausted little girl was asleep in under thirty seconds. Tamara remained next to her, though, fully dressed on top of the sheets. Her brain whirling until sleep came to claim her.
