Page 44 of A Highland Healer Captured (Scottish Daddies #3)

Four Years Later

Dawn had not yet made up its mind about the world. The chamber was the color of embers gone to thought, the window-slit a pale seam that promised day without delivering it. Skylar lay on her side with the quilt sloped over the curve of her hip, hair unspooled across his pillow, one hand tucked beneath her cheek as if she’d been keeping watch in her sleep.