“I lost both my parents as a child.”
“How did they die?” Daniel asked softly.
“Car accident, same as my great-aunt and uncle.”
Daniel’s sharp intake of air was followed quickly by his next comment. “And you almost died in that car accident a few weeks ago. It seems fate is cruel.”
Nessa realized he was right. Not so much about her dying, but the fact that fate seemed to repeat itself. “I didn’t almost die. The doctor said I was lucky.”
“You were lucky because I was there. If I hadn’t been,” he argued, “who knows how long you would’ve been exposed. You could’ve died without me connecting with you.”
“You are my savior, Daniel,” she whispered. “My beautiful angelic savior.”
“You’re too sweet with your words, ma belle.”
“It’s true, Daniel. I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel such a connection to you,” she admitted as she traced her finger across the back of his hand. “You’re always so cold.”
Daniel guffawed. “Cold hands, warm heart.” He cupped her face, pulling her in close. “In this case, my heart flames for you.”
Nessa’s body relaxed into his and he pulled her, comforter and all, onto his lap. He cradled her close to him, savoring their connection as much as she did.
As a Nova Scotian native now living in British Columbia, Traci has traveled across Canada, fueling her imagination from coast to coast.
Along with two dogs and one cat, Traci’s home is shared with her partner of 16 years. He is her rock and constant support.
Traci loves all genres of writing, but currently is exploring the world of romance.
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