Remarkably, Titus Zane had no insomnia that night and enjoyed pleasant dreams. In her sleep, she rested her head on Nathan Moore's lap while Nathan read the newspaper, his other hand unconsciously caressing her face.
It was a warm feeling. Titus Zane moaned softly, her lips curled into a smile as she reached out and grasped his hand, rubbing her little face in the palm of his hand.
The touch was unfamiliar; the man's palm was smooth and delicate, lacking the calluses it had before, yet it was hotter than Nathan's...
Suddenly, Titus Zane opened her eyes, her moist eyes filled with alertness.
"Awake now?" A voice tinged with a smile sounded above her head, somewhat familiar yet unplaceable.
Instinctively, Titus Zane shifted her gaze over to see a simply dressed, neatly groomed man sitting on her bed, his large hand resting on her face.
"How come you are here!" Titus Zane suddenly propped herself up, pressed close to the bedsheet, and scooted further inward.
