Chapter 64

I wake the following morning in my own bed. I tucked Angel into her bed last night and then left the room, refusing to give in to her look of desire. I needed time to think.

I stared into the darkness until the early morning hours, when fog finally overtook my thoughts and I passed out. I'm worried about Angel's nightmares, but I didn't wake to her screams, so I figured the sleeping arrangement worked.

I roll over and place my bad leg on the floor. When my foot brushes something soft, I glance down and see a pillow where Angel's beautiful head rests with the remainder of her body on the floor.

Damn.

I can't lift her to the bed with my bad knee, so I take hold of the end of her hair and give it a few gentle tugs. "I have an angel fish on my line." It's corny, but her tender, sleepy smile makes me happy I went for teasing.

"I could not sleep," she says sleepily.

God, she's so gorgeous my chest has heavy pressure right in the center. "We'll need to work on that," I tease again and