CADE’S FIRST THOUGHT WHEN he sat straight up in bed was that someone was crying. Rain beat down on the roof, and he wondered if maybe that was what he’d heard. There was another sob. Taking a moment to get his bearings he determined the noise had come from Patience’s room.
Patience called out to someone. He couldn’t hear the name, but the sob behind it was clear. The gut-wrenching sadness of the sound tore at him. Something was terribly wrong.
After sliding on his jeans, he knocked on the door separating their room.
She didn’t answer.
He heard another soft sob.
“Patience?” He opened the door. She was twisted in her sheets. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Jeremy… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please come home.”
Who was Jeremy? A pang of jealousy hit him.
He knelt at the bedside and saw she was sound asleep but in the middle of some kind of nightmare. “Patience.” He softly pressed his hand to her cheek.
“Hey, wake up,” he said softly. But the tears continued to flow.
Each sob constricted his heart. He couldn’t stand to see her this way. “Patience, come on, I need you to wake up.” This time he lightly jostled her shoulder and her eyes fluttered open.
“Cade?”
“You were having a bad dream.”
She turned to stare out the window. “I— Sometimes that happens.” She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry I woke you. Please, go back to bed.”
Cade smoothed a hand over her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I just wanted to make sure you’re all right. Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” she said. “I’m fine. Embarrassed.”
“Why? It’s not like you can control something like that. And we’re friends. You don’t have to be embarrassed with me.” He meant it, though at times he had to admit he felt a little more than friendly toward her—well, way more.
“Thank you.” She sniffled.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk?”
“No, I’m fine. Please go back to bed and forget this ever happened.”
“Hey.” He pushed a strand of hair off of her forehead. “You aren’t the only one with nightmares. I’ve had a couple since you figured out what happened to my dad. All that boyhood trauma coming back to play.” He dealt with it by pounding on a punching bag in his gym. “I don’t know what upset you, but don’t feel bad about it. GG always said we work things out in our dreams and usually it isn’t always the fun stuff.”
She glanced back at him. “I really adore that woman.”
“Me, too. So, are you better?”
“I will be.”
The haunted look in her eyes hadn’t eased.
“I love the sound of the rain on the tin roof. It’s soothing, don’t you think?”
“I’ve never been in a house with a tin roof,” she said, leaning back against the headboard.
He glanced around searching for a place to sit, this room only had one of those small white wicker benches and he knew it couldn’t handle his weight.
“Do you mind if I sit on the covers over there and watch the rain through the window. It really is relaxing for me.”
Cade didn’t wait for her to answer him. He walked to the other side of the bed and sat on top of the covers. Propping up the pillow, he mimicked her action and leaned back against the headboard.
“Cade?”
Silently, he gathered her in his arms.
She hesitated, as if she were making a life or death decision. Then she snuggled into him and he tugged a blanket up over her shoulder.
Her nearness was almost his undoing. He wanted to kiss her pain away, and the honeysuckle scent of her was enough to push him to try it.
But that wasn’t what she needed.
Clearing his throat, he began, “Tomorrow, well, later today, I’m going to work on fixing the barn door out at the ranch. The structure is good, but like everything else on the property, it needs an overhaul.”
Cade talked and stroked her hair until he could hear her breathing steadily. He didn’t want to move for fear of disturbing her. And he convinced himself to stay through the night, in case she had another bad dream.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Romeo.
PATIENCE HAD A SHARP PAIN in her neck. She shrugged her shoulders as she opened her eyes. There was a pair of strong jean-clad thighs in front of her.
Sitting up she found Cade staring at her with a warm smile on his face. “Morning.”
The night before came rushing back to her and she almost cringed when she realized what she’d done. “Hi,” the word came out a whisper. A little cough escaped her throat. “Did you get any sleep?”
“A couple of hours. That’s all I need.” There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t read. Her usual lack of understanding human emotion was nothing less than frustrating at times like these.
She sat up on her knees accidentally touching his thigh as she did so.
He jerked slightly as if her touch repulsed him.
“Sorry. For—that and for everything,” she said quickly. “You were so sweet to stay with me.” She leaned forward to grab her pillow as he lifted his head. Their lips touched.
Before she could pull back, his mouth moved against hers, challenging and taking everything she had to give. She tried analyzing what was happening, but his tongue slid across hers and it was Patience who lost her breath. The man was delicious.
What are you doing?
She had the sense to push away and sat back.
Patience’s cheeks were hot and she knew they must be a dark shade of pink. “That was nice.”
“Nice?” One eyebrow went up.
“Yes, and unexpected,” she added.
“Yes, unexpected is a good way of stating it.” His hand caressed her cheek. “I’d be liar if I said I was disappointed.”
“Yeah, I’d be liar if I said that, too.”
The man looked at her as if ready to eat her up, and she was more than happy to be his dish. For a second she thought he might reach for her, but he rolled off the bed.
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