In the dark, Harper was relieved she had nothing to stare at. Until she felt his weight on the other side of the bed.
He seemed to have the same idea she did, hugging his side.
“Good night,” she whispered into the darkness.
“Night.”
“Luke?”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks for letting me stay here.”
He sighed. “You’re welcome.”
“I really appreciate it.”
“Harper?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and go to sleep.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Luke woke suddenly in the middle of the night feeling warm. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. He heard breathing and remembered he wasn’t alone. Harper’s head was resting on his shoulder, her hand splayed across his chest. Her thigh was drawn up and across his legs.
It had been a very long time since he woke up to a woman draped over him. He automatically squashed the memory. He was good at that. Staying focused on the present. That’s how he got through every single day.
Harper made a little sound like a sigh and nuzzled closer.
The woman was a disaster. She had invaded his night and now his bed. It was taking an act of supreme willpower not to roll over and wake her up in the way his body was demanding.
Harper. It was an old-fashioned name for such a free spirit. He had already been heading in Glenn’s direction when he saw the blonde blur launch herself at him. It was incredibly stupid of her to get involved like that. Anyone with common sense would have just called for help.
But not Harper. She went in swinging. If tonight was any indication of how she lived her life, it was a miracle she was still alive.
There was no doubt that she was beautiful. Those wide gray eyes didn’t miss a beat and her full mouth always seemed to be smiling. And judging from the feel of her body plastered against him, she was built with the soft curves that commanded a man’s hand to follow them. She had an energy that seemed to be trying to explode out of her at every second.
She was not a restful, careful person. He had known her for only a few hours and was already concerned for her safety.
No job. No home. No money. According to Soph, Harper was screwed. She probably didn’t even have a plan. Someone who stormed out of her own life with nothing but car keys didn’t sound like much of a planner.
He would talk to her in the morning. Find out what she was going to do and then talk her out of whatever ridiculous scheme she came up with. He’d help her whether she wanted it or not.
Luke clenched his jaw in the dark as Harper slid her leg higher up his thighs and murmured something into his neck.
***
Harper woke up to sunlight streaming through the window onto her face. She tried to stretch but found her arms trapped.
Luke.
Hot and hard against her, he was spooning her. His breath was warm in her hair. An inked arm was thrown possessively over her, hand cupping her breast through the t-shirt that was now bunched up around her waist. Her ass was pressed against some impressive morning wood.
Now this was the way to wake up. Warm, safe, and wrapped in strong arms.
She pressed her lips together to stop the laughter that bubbled up inside. She had been the one worried about not controlling herself.
