Her Troubled Cowboy (Harland County Series Book 9) by Donna Michaels

Author:Donna Michaels [Michaels, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Donna Michaels
Published: 2016-12-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

A few hours later, Keiffer carefully slipped out of Caitlin’s bed, immediately missing her warmth. But that was the reason he had to go. The longer he stayed, the harder it was to leave. She was too sweet, too giving, and had her life together.

His was shit.

He didn’t want to bring her down. Refused to turn her good life bad. So he quietly dressed and was just shoving his foot in a boot when she stirred with a grunt, then a whimper, followed by the thrashing of her head.

Keiffer straightened, his heart pitching into his gut while he stood by helplessly and watched her moonlit body tremble and shake.

She was having a nightmare.

Fuck.

Not just any nightmare. A full out gut-ripping horror. God, he hated the thought of her experiencing trauma, but he knew for this act to take place, she’d definitely lived through something awful.

“Shannon...” she mumbled with another head toss.

He drew near, wanting to wake her, to help her escape the grip horror had on her but as he reached her side, she bolted upright in bed and gasped.

She blinked up at him through a cloud of hair. “Keiffer?”

“Yeah, it’s okay. You’re safe.” He reached out to brush the damp waves from her face, but she beat him to it.

“Stupid nightmare again,” she grumbled, closing her eyes on a sigh. Then her eyes snapped open and she frowned. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No.”

Her body stilled and gaze dropped to take in the fact he was dressed. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah.” He backed away when she got out of bed.

Shit.

She was naked, and the moonlight slicing in through her window cast a beautiful glow over her gorgeous curves. “You okay?” Concern poured off her in waves, and he marveled at her ability to shake off her nightmare and switch her focus to him.

He didn’t want to lie to her. Although he could, and she’d let it at that, because she was sweet and compassionate. She fixed things. Healed things. It was ingrained in her. Who she was.

But he didn’t want her to try to fix him. He didn’t want to get close.

Too late, his mind shouted.

Ignoring it, and her, he hobbled to his other boot, shoved it on, and grabbed his coat.

“Keiffer?”

“I have to go.” He shoved his arms in his sleeves and fixed the collar before he headed for the hall.

“Why?”

Muttering a curse, he stopped in the doorway and gripped the frame.

“Did I make you feel again?”

He went still.

She padded over to him. He heard the sound of her bare feet on the hardwood floor, and his mind could envision her naked splendor behind him.

Her palm pressed lightly to his back. “It’s okay to feel, Keiffer.”

He dropped his head and pressed it against the back of his hand still gripping the frame. “Not for me.”

“Why not?”

He straightened. “I just have to go, Caitlin.”

“Because of me?”

He twisted around and shook his head. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were amazing.” And so were her curves, all soft, and supple, and naked.

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