Page 38 of Mine Again (Mafia Bride #2)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Isabella

T he jostling of my body tugs me from the edges of sleep.

I think someone is lifting me. Strong arms slide beneath me, holding me close.

Warmth engulfs me. It’s steady and familiar, and I sigh contentedly.

“You…” The word slips out on a whisper, little more than a breath.

My head lolls to the side, too heavy to hold up. And it hurts.

I try to open my eyes, but they refuse, dreaminess clinging to me like a thick fog.

The scent of him fills my senses. Clean and crisp with a trace of salt and sun that pulls at something deep inside me.

“Hush,” he murmurs. His voice is low, a deep rumble that I feel more than hear. It calms the wild beat of my heart.

“Go back to sleep.”

The gentle sway of his steps rocks me, and I let the darkness take me again, safe in his arms.