Chapter 15

Watching Heather jump up in a panic, Jason merely sat up slowly.

He felt no tension, not even the slightest inclination to hide.

Heather was terrified. If she got caught, Brett would not let her off easily. She grabbed Jason, pushing him toward the sliding door to the balcony.

With a swift motion, she closed the door behind him and dashed outside.

Brett stood at the entrance, changing his shoes while pushing a large suitcase. He glanced at her, top to bottom, and asked, "Why are you out of breath? What's going on?"

Heather leaped into his arms and kissed him. "I was dreaming. When I heard the door open, I jumped up to greet you. Can you blame me for being out of breath?"

Brett held her, studying her face. She looked freshly awakened, her eyes glazed and shimmering, appealingly delicate.

He gulped, leaning down to kiss her while his hand slipped beneath her shirt.

Heather wondered if the soil in the south had healed the shadow in his heart, but right now, she didn't want