"We should probably go," I finally whispered, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. The reality of the tech guy and the Maxwell file was waiting downstairs, a looming shadow that threatened to break the sanctuary we’d built.
Liam didn't move. Instead, he leaned down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to my bare shoulder. "They can wait," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with a sleepiness that made him sound vulnerable. "The world isn't going anywhere for a few more minutes, Sarah. Let it wait."
I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into him. For ten more minutes, we stayed suspended in that golden glow. I focused on the weight of his arm across me and the scent of him—cedar and something uniquely his. In his arms, I wasn't a runaway, a victim, or a "missing person."
