Dani squeezed her eyes shut. God, what were you thinking? She’d been attracted to the woman in the photo from the start. She told herself she’d picked Harper Jeremiah because of her eyes—those honest, trustworthy eyes—but she knew that wasn’t the sole reason. Still, she shouldn’t have said anything. She should have left things as they were. She managed a quick nod, wishing she could take back her words. “You’re right. And again, I’m sorry.”

She waited what she thought was an appropriate amount of time before rolling onto her side, her back to Harper. Harper said nothing else, but a few minutes later, Dani was surprised to hear the covers rustle, surprised to feel Harper shift beside her. An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back into a sturdy, warm body. She sucked in a quick breath of air as Harper spooned behind her.

“How’s this?”

With her heart still hammering in her ears, Dani’s only answer was to take Harper’s hand and pull it more tightly around her.

Chapter Thirty-One

Harper feared it would be awkward between them. Or worse, she feared her guilt would be eating her alive this morning. After all, she’d just spent the night holding another woman in her arms—a beautiful, vibrant woman who said she was attracted to her. But there was no guilt. Jan wasn’t haunting her. And Dani seemed perfectly normal, not mentioning their talk at all. She sat at the edge of the bed and stretched her arms over her head with a pleasant moan.

“I slept like a rock.” Dani glanced over her shoulder. “Thank you, Harper. You make a great security blanket.”

Harper smiled at that. “My pleasure,” she said with a wink, hoping to keep things light between them.

“Can I have the bathroom first or would you rather?”

“No, go ahead. I’m going to take a look outside, make sure everything’s okay.”

Dani raised both eyebrows. “You won’t go far, right?”

“No. Promise. I’m just going to check in with Reid.”

She went to the window and slowly moved the curtains aside. The sun was barely up and she saw no activity outside. Not that she expected much. There had been only five vehicles in the parking lot when they’d gone to bed, three of which were police. She did a quick count now and saw six. She heard a door slam down the way from their room and she watched as a man hurried to a truck. He was hunched over with his collar turned up, most likely to avoid the wind. On impulse, she touched the windowpane, surprised at how cold it was. She hadn’t bothered with a weather forecast in days and she assumed a front had come in during the night.