“Mister Carlisle, sit down or I will find you in contempt of court. Miss Carlisle, or Carter…which do you prefer?” “Carter,” Ava answered after a moment of hesitation but she managed to say it without stuttering. “Very well. Miss Carter do you have another place to stay?”

“So tell me how the heck you knew about the raid?” Thomas asked as they made their way down the stairs to the street where a limo waited. Duncan acting as chauffeur stood beside it ready to usher them inside. “Custody battles aren’t my usual fare,” Tracy replied with a shrug. “I spec

“Ava, do you want this?” He huskily whispered. “Y-yes.” Without another word he peeled off her top kissing down her neck. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt so he helped eager to feel her skin against his own. Guiding her to the bed he tugged off her pants

“God you are beautiful.” She looked up startled at Silas’s sudden return. He was now dressed in a robe and carried another which he presented for her use. Blushing she looked away only for him to catch her chin and turn her face back to his. Kissing her he offered her the robe again.

Ava woke feeling rested and secure. Dim gray light filtered past the edges of the thick curtains. It was morning. She shivered thinking of the chill that should have pervaded her bones. Yet she remained warm and comfortable. An arm tightened around as Silas held her secure against himself.