Timothy York emerged from the bathroom after his shower, planning to head to the study and check his email. But the moment he shut the bathroom door, he was struck by a presence in the bedroom—something that hadn't been there before.
Someone who has been lonely for a long time becomes exceptionally sensitive to the presence of others.
Especially when that presence was one he knew so well and had longed for.
Timothy York walked slowly to the side of the bed.
Sure enough, someone was now on the large black bed.
A person wrapped in the sheets, wearing an eye mask, sunk quietly into the pillows.
For a moment, Timothy York wondered if he was dreaming.
Not until he reached out and gently stroked her hair at the temple.
Summer Thorne nuzzled against his hand slightly—an almost subconscious gesture. Beyond that, she gave no other response.
Just like on all those other nights when she was asleep.
Timothy York sat on the edge of the bed, watching her quietly for a long time.
