Wherever I was, it felt like a freaking sweatbox. I kicked my feet free of the blankets. Ah, blessed coolness.
At least for my legs. My upper body was still roasting in the heat.
I pushed against the hard arm that kept me sweat sealed to the body behind me.
The body behind me.
I turned over, popped up on one elbow. A smile stretched my mouth until I felt like an idiot. Saint was here. He was with me. Touching me. Without pain. Without either of us being pulled to the spirit world.
Honestly, I couldn't remember feeling this instant pull, this almost magical bond with Ransom that I do with Saint. A hint of sadness filled me. Am I such an awful person? The smile fell from my mouth as I contemplated my life. I know these guys shared women, but how did their women deal with being shared? Did they love each man equally? Wasn't that how this was supposed to go?
"Keep looking at me, I'm going to assume you're fully awake," he mumbled.