Page 16 of At A Dreamwalkers Mercy

“You okay?” he asked patiently, standing next to her.

For some reason, even though he had refused to leave, and they had been sitting together for the last few hours, she felt shy.

She didn’t know this man at all besides the fact that she dreamed about him. She didn’t even know if she had ever been in his dreams, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t also have ulterior motives.

But none of that mattered, because she needed to get her head on straight. She nodded and started to gather her wits.

First off was a place to stay the night. She didn’t have any money with her, and she doubted the shelters were open this late. She looked around and saw a park across the street and down a few blocks. It had tall trees and a few pavilions, and she figured that would have to do.

She wished that she had a coat, though, as it was going to be cold.

“Let’s get you home,” Garrett murmured softly from next to her, and she could only blink at him.

Home.

That was the second time he’d mentioned that.

“I’m sorry, what?” Her tired mind tried to keep up.

“I’m taking you to my house, honey. You need sleep.”

Isn’t this where red flags were supposed to start popping up.

She went to say something, only she wasn’t even sure what. But he moved first. Bending at the waist and scooping her up as if she weighed nothing before standing with her in his arms. She squeaked and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as his tall, broad body didn’t seem to even slow down with her weight. All the while, she tried to ignore the tingle that slid through her as he seemed to pull her a little closer to him.

“What…” She had so many questions in her mind, and she had no idea where to start.

“You need sleep. Everything else can be figured out later.” His voice dropped, becoming deeper and sliding over her.

Wow.

“I don’t know you,” she whispered as a last resort, and he stopped dead in the middle of the parking lot. It was a good thing it was so late, as cars would have had to move around him.

“You know me.” His voice rumbled again as his eyes stared deeply into hers.

She had always read in her silly books about romance and how the men’s eyes would have them swooning.

Now she knew what they were talking about.

“Honey, I’ve dreamt of you every night for years. I know you. I know what your eyes look like when they are sad. I know that you hate that you remember everything. I know what you look like when you smile, and I know that you are meant to be mine.”

Her mouth dropped open in shock as a feeling of something new moved through her. Something she had never felt before. He smiled softly at her, as if he knew what she was thinking.

“So trust me to take care of mine. Trust me that I would never do anything to hurt you.” Then he started walking. Within seconds, he had opened the truck door with one hand and placed her in, handing her the seat belt and waiting till it had clicked before taking a step back.

“I’ve dreamt of you too,” she whispered, feeling like she had to give something back. “I don’t always remember my dreams, though.” He looked quizzical for a moment before one side of his lips tipped up and his hand rubbed over her thigh gently.

“You remember me, though.” Then he shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

She hadn’t ever thought about it like that.

Her dreams were often in pieces. Never quite a full picture, but when it came to him, she remembered everything.

“Do you dream, then? I mean, like a dream walker?” she asked once he was settled in and had started the truck.

“Of anything but you? No. My grandmother is like you, though.” He said it so smoothly that she sat stunned for a moment. As if he knew that she had way too many questions than she could sort, he started talking.

“She has dreams that give her a look into the future. She always said that a gift like that should be used properly, so my sister and I help her use those dreams to help people.” He gave her a glance as he stopped at a light. “Based on what you told the Roberts, however, I’m thinking there is more to your gift?”

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