Chapter Eight

Chloe

Chloe had finally dozed off about an hour after getting home from the diner, her hair spread out against the pillow like a halo. She twitched once as she settled into a dream, her mouth curling up into a smile.

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She was in room lined with red velvet. There was a bed and a window, but the most important part was the fact that there was a man in the room with her.

He was shirtless as he looked out the window. The muscles on his back were long and lean and begging her to run her fingers along them. A small, thin scar ran along his flank, but it didn't detract from his sculpted perfection; rather, it added to it.

He turned as she stepped forward, a smile brightening his handsome features. Dark hair and dark eyes pulled her toward him like a magnet. She smiled back. She knew him. She loved him. She had always loved him. He was her Captain Wolfe.

The man reached for her, his fingers threading into her hair as he pulled her into his lips. She pressed her body against his, desperate