Chapter 119

• Haven sat at the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, as the murmur of the city floated in through the open window. Vanessa stood adjacent to him, her soft breathing filling the little room. He rubbed his eyes, disappointment tying his chest. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She had been his elude, the person he ran to when his wife, Alexis, left him for Matthew.
• Vanessa's warmth had been a balm to the expanding wound in his heart, a way to numb the betrayal. Butthe deadness was wearing off. Vanessa moved and muttered, half-asleep.
• “Come back to bed, baby.”