Chapter 87

• The night after Richard’s intrusion was one Danielle would not easily forget.
• Even with Alexander’s steady presence beside her, sleep refused to come. Every creak of the house, every whisper of wind against the window had her heart jumping into her throat.
• She lay awake long after Alexander’s breathing had settled into the calm rhythm of rest. His arm was draped firmly around her waist, anchoring her to him as though he could sense she might drift away at any moment.