Chapter Twenty-Seven

Kendra lay staring at the ceiling while she listened to the rhythmic breathing of her husband.  His strong, muscular body lay, naked atop the bedding next to her.  Their love making had been sincere, but intense.  So intense, in fact, that she momentarily questioned whether the driving force behind Rex’s actions was love or anger. 

She had no doubt that he loved her.  It was just that so much had happened to them and between them that she questioned if that love just might be coated with a bit of bitterness.  If that was the case, she didn’t blame him or hold it against him.  Admittedly, she harbored a faint bit of resentment that she worked to keep in check over the fact that he’d been used as a stud while in captivity.  She supposed that it was natural to have some amount of jealousy mixed in with her emotions of love and friendship.  In fact, she thought that it just might be a sign of a healthy relationship.&n