Running Blind by Gwen Hernandez

Author:Gwen Hernandez [Hernandez, Gwen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense
ISBN: 9780991607334
Publisher: Gwen Hernandez
Published: 2018-01-16T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9

CAITLYN WOKE SLOWLY, the golden light of sunrise peeking through the slats of the shutters, and immediately wished she could fall back into ignorant oblivion. Good God. She had cried last night. And worse yet, in front of Kurt.

What the hell was wrong with her? She rarely shed tears, and sure as hell not in public. He seemed to bring out all of her vulnerabilities.

Like now, for example. Not only had she dragged the bedspread over to the couch and let him comfort her, she had fallen asleep in his arms. Then, at some point during the night, he had moved onto his back and now she lay sprawled across his muscled torso, using his broad chest as a pillow. He was warm and solid and delicious. Her legs were twined with his thighs and his erection pressed against her hip, thick and hard.

How easy it would be to move over a few inches, push aside her panties, and make them both happy. Her stomach dipped. If their earlier kisses were any indication, he wouldn’t protest. But it wouldn’t be fair to lead him on. He wanted a wife and a family, and she could offer neither.

The tears burned again. Goddammit.

Trying to avoid jostling him, she let her right leg slide down until her foot hit the floor. Then she pushed against the back of the couch to lift herself up, the bedspread pooling at her feet.

His dark eyes opened and he stared up at her, blinking once or twice before he jolted upright and crossed his wrists over his lap. “Morning,” he said, his voice rusty.

“Sorry.” She tugged on the hem of her T-shirt and folded her arms, though it was probably too late to hide the see-through nature of the thin cotton. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He glanced at his watch, his cheeks turning pink. “No problem. I’m usually up by now.”

Her gaze strayed to his residual limbs—the correct term for his stumps, according to the research she’d done after he told her about his injuries. Last night, it had been too dark to see them clearly, and she had expected much worse. Basically, his thighs looked…normal, muscular, in fact, until tapering just above where his knees would be. The skin at the end was hairless and stretched, and each leg had been rounded off into a pillowy shape with a shiny scar along the bottom.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?”

“I’m sorry.” She was stuck in apology mode now. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. I’d rather you stare than be afraid to look.”

She swallowed. “Does it hurt to walk on them?”

“Not anymore.”

He didn’t want or need pity, but she still hated that he’d gone through so much pain and struggle. “How long were you in the hospital?”

“In-patient and out-patient combined, I lived at Walter Reed for almost two years.”

Jesus. “That long?” She couldn’t even imagine.

“I don’t know how I would’ve gotten through it if Sara hadn’t quit her job and moved in with me.

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