“I never had a doubt,” he told her, and she could hear the humor in his voice, “despite the speeding and the car-borrowing and all the other trouble I’m sure you’re going to cause while you’re in town.”
She pulled the covers tighter around her. “I meant what I said, Cole.”
“God, it kills me when you say my name.” The mattress dipped as he lowered himself to the bed again.
“Should I stick to ‘Sheriff’?”
“You know the answer to that, and I know the no hanky-panky rule.” He shifted, stretching out on his back. “But I’m tired as hell after the night I had, Sienna, so I’m going to take you up on the offer of sleeping together.” He smiled. “Emphasis on sleeping.”
“You’re laying on top of the covers,” she pointed out.
“Safer this way, sweetheart.” She heard him yawn and turned on her side. It was a crazy offer she’d made and even crazier that he’d taken her up on it, but there was something comforting about Cole’s big body next to her on the bed. She felt less alone, safer—although she had no reason not to feel safe. But she’d been off-kilter since the moment she’d arrived in Colorado.
Now she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her weary body practically melting into the soft mattress.
“Good night, Cole,” she whispered.
“Good night, Sienna. Sweet dreams.”
