Chapter 52
Paisley woke late, instinctively reaching for Ty. But his side of the bed was empty and cold. The scent of coffee told her he was already up. No sound of movement or jangle of dog tags came from below, so he'd probably taken Duke out for a walk. Collapsing back on her pillow, she wondered for a moment if she'd dreamed last night.
For the first time since she'd begun sharing his bed, Ty had woken her with a nightmare, shouting for Garrett. Her fault. When she'd managed to pull him out of it, she'd thought he'd turn away, get up to pace off all that adrenaline. Instead, he'd turned to her, losing himself in her body, as if he could cleanse his mind with the fire of passion. She shifted at the memory, and a sufficient number of aches proved that, at least, hadn't been a dream. She'd held him after, until they'd both slid back into sleep.