“You can turn the lights off.”
I do.
I make my way to the armchair, grab the blanket and unfold it, kick off my slippers, and lift my legs onto the ottoman. I shift a few times to find a comfortable position before covering my body with the blanket.
When I look up, Harley is staring at me in the night.
“Go to sleep, Goldilocks.”
Chapter 15
My awful secrets can’t come out
Harley
Ijerk awake from a bad dream.
With my heart beating out of my chest, I sit up in bed, my t-shirt clinging to my sweaty body. It takes me a second to remember I’m no longer in my basement dungeon. I now live with one of hockey’s biggest legends.
My eyes land on the clock resting on the nightstand.
Six a.m.
The blackout blinds do a bang-up job at blocking the light.
My gaze lands on the large form covered under a black and white Hermes blanket, mortification slamming through me.
Did he spend the whole night in the guestroom watching over me?
No way.
Granted, the oversized armchair and large ottoman look comfortable, but a man Kaz’s size should sleep in a king bed. Anything smaller is criminal. I hope he doesn’t wake up with a sore back because of me. I wouldn’t blame him if he sent me packing.
I brush my damp hair away from my face.
Kazimir Lindstro¨m has a funny sounding snore.
I don’t know why that makes me giggle, but it does.
At least I’m not crying or scared out of my fucking mind.
I rack my brain, trying to remember what I might’ve said yesterday in the middle of my nightmare, but I come up empty.
I hope I didn’t say anything to compromise myself.
These nightmares are a liability.
What if I reveal something that lets Kaz know how the appalling decisions my mother and sister made changed the course of our lives forever?
This stand-up man would never want anything to do with me.
I hope these nightmares will peter out.
My awful secrets can’t come out.
Calm down, Harley. You’re blowing things out of proportion. Kaz doesn’t suspect a thing.
Kaz. My savior. My safe place.
