RaeAnne Thayne Coming Home For Christmas

Good. He wasn’t sure he could take another night, trapped in a hotel room with her.

“It’s still too early to take off again. We should try to catch a few more hours, then get an early start.”

“All right. I’m...sorry I woke you.”

He thought about telling her she’d been giving him sleepless nights for seven years but didn’t want to admit that to her.

“Good night,” he answered, then climbed back into bed, rolled to face the wall and tried to do the impossible—put her out of his mind long enough to slip back into sleep.