Recon Marines II: Marine's Heiress, The (39 page)

Joe shifted, his legs pushed hers from
between his as he tried to move away. But he had no place to
go.

Callie laid her head back on his
shoulder and reclaimed the tiny amount of open space between them.
He was warm. She was tired. Trust was a worry for the morrow. Again
he held his breath for a moment. He carefully wrapped his arm
around her and pulled her closer.

Sleep tugged at her, muddling her
thoughts. She slid one of her legs back over him so her thigh
brushed against his abdomen. She slid into a comfortable blackness
of slumber and wondered dreamily why he’d brought one of his guns
to bed. It made such a hard lump on his belly.