Her nose wrinkled. “Why?”
“He wanted to drop off some food. Your favorite, apparently.”
“What’s my favorite?”
“Enchiladas.”
She laughed. “Ilikeenchiladas. I wouldn’t say they’re my favorite. I’m more of a plain-Jane, toast-and-avocado-with-a-little-bit-of-salt kind of girl.”
He’d made her toast and avocado the morning after the break-in. “I’ll go get you some.”
She shook her head. “I’m still not hungry. But I was wondering…”
“Anything.”
“Would you share the bed with me tonight? I know it might be weird, but it’s big and—”
“Yes. Besides, the couch is kind of uncomfortable.”
The air rushed from her chest on a big sigh. “Thank you.”
“I’ll just take a shower and lock up.”
She nodded, and he squeezed her hand before rising and moving out of the room.
He used the hall bathroom to shower, and it was the quickest of his life because he didn’t want her to be alone. Once everything was locked up and turned off, he returned to her, sliding into the other side of the bed.
Every muscle in his body itched to reach over and tug her against him. But he didn’t have to.Sheinched backward, until her back was pressed against his side. He rolled to spoon her and slipped an arm around her waist.
She sighed. “Thank you again for saving me today.”
“Always, Peaches.”
CHAPTER20
Sky watched as the steam from her coffee curled into the air. It was still dark, and the kitchen counter was cool beneath her while she watched the sun rise through the window. It was early. Too early to be up. But she couldn’t get the events of yesterday out of her head.
If Becket had been a few seconds later getting her out of that water…
She sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes.
She’d dreamed about the accident last night. But when she’d hit the water, instead of feeling cold, she’d felt this burning heat. Then she’d smelled smoke, and she was back in her house in Cheyenne the night it had caught on fire.
She shook her head, trying to chase the memory away. But she couldn’t. Everything that had happened in Cheyenne was alive inside her.
At first she’d thought she was crazy to believe the universe was out to get her. But after that last house fire, and then losing Charlie less than a week later…she hadn’t been able to run from the truth any longer.
Amber Ridge was supposed to be her sanctuary. But first the break-in, then being run off the bridge. And just when Becket and his team were working to save her, Garfield jumped onto the firefighter, causing her car to fall off the bridge.
That wasn’t ordinary bad luck. It was the universe working against her.
Because she’d survived that initial fire in the café? Because Eloise had wrongly died in her place and destiny was determined to get her?
“What are you doing up so early?”
She jumped at Becket’s voice, the hot coffee almost spilling onto her hands.
He was shirtless, and God, his chest…it was muscled and tanned and so hard to look away from.
