Page 75 of Whispers of You
My fingers trailed through her hair, and I relished the silky feel of it. “Can you do it for today?”
She worried the side of her lip. “Yes.”
I pressed a kiss to the spot she was nibbling. “One day at a time. It’s all any of us can do.”
And I would use those days—every single second of each of them. I wouldn’t let Wren down. Not this time. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a mug of coffee, handing it to her.
She looked surprised for a beat as if she’d expected me to launch my case right then and there. “Thank you,” she said, pushing up against the pillows and taking a sip. “This is much better than when I make coffee.”
I grinned. “Pretty sure you burn coffee, too, Cricket.”
She scowled at me. “I do not.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Wren grabbed a pillow and smacked me with it. “Rude.”
I laughed. I wasn’t holding back on any of those chuckles. Not when Wren had been missing the sound. Leaning over, I brushed my lips across her temple. “Sorry. I will repay you with muffins.”
I handed her one from the nightstand.
Wren’s eyes widened. “This is warm.”
“It’s just a mix, but they’re damn good.”
She bit into it and moaned.
My shorts suddenly felt a little too tight.
“Chocolate chip is the best,” Wren mumbled around the muffin.
It was her favorite. How many times had I seen something I knew she loved and wished I could beam it to her? Now, I could.
I leaned back against the pillows. “How do you feel?”
She eyed me carefully. “Why do I have the feeling you’re not asking if I’m sore?”
I turned on my side, my fingers running up Wren’s blanket-covered leg, dipping between her thighs. “I want to know that, too. If I need to be taking care of you.”
Wren’s cheeks darkened to a deep shade of pink. “I’m fine.”
I kissed her softly. “Good. Want to know how your heart is, too.”
She was quiet for a moment, staring down at her muffin. “I can’t believe she’s gone.” Wren looked up at me. “This wasn’t a coincidence.”
My mouth thinned into a hard line. “That would be extremely unlikely.”
Grief flared in her hazel eyes. “My mind keeps circling around to why. Who would want to go after the survivors? We’ve all already been through so much.”
God, I wanted the answer to both of those questions. Wanted it so I could wipe that person from the planet. “I don’t know, Cricket. I wish I did. Law is working on it, and I’m going to help him in any way I can.”
She nodded. “Does he have any leads?”
“I don’t think so. I was going to drive you to work and see if I could grab a few minutes with him.” I’d checked my phone this morning and there hadn’t been anything other than a text reading:Don’t let Wren out of your sight.Didn’t exactly give me the warm fuzzies.
Wren started to get up. “I’ll shower. We can go in early—”
I gave her arm a gentle tug, pulling her back to the bed. “We’ve got time. I need to talk to you first, and you need to eat. The last thing we need is you passing out.”
