Page 265 of Sins of the Heart
“Water,” he said.
“Why do you get to choose?”
He laughed. “Because you’re in no position to argue.”
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“Asshole. Why are you laughing while I’m dying?”
No answer, and then, just as she drifted away, he
said, “Because you’renotdying.”
Later, she felt a cool, wet cloth on her skin, stroking
her arm from shoulder to fingertips, stroking her leg
from thigh to toes. It felt good, so good, and she arched
and moaned and opened her eyes.
Awareness skittered through her, sensitizing every
nerve ending in her body. It was one of those dreams
where Dagan Krayl stood over her and she was naked.
But this dream was different somehow. Then it hit her.
He was clothed.
In all the dreams past, he’d always been naked, hard
muscle and hot skin. Reaching out, she trailed her fingertips along his denim-clad thigh.
“Take them off,” she said.
He made a sound low in his chest. She reached for
him…reached…and then the dream disappeared and
she slept.
The sound of a spoon tinkling against glass woke
her. She turned her head. Dagan was sitting in the
overstuffed chair in the corner. On the low table was
her glass pitcher with the swirling blue handle, a
glass full of cloudy water and her sugar bowl. He
took a spoonful of sugar and dumped it in the water,
stirred, studied the results, then added another spoon
