May I escort you inside, Mrs. Hartt?”
Livia bit her lower lip and nodded.
Blake scooped her up.
To be carried was such a basic thing. And yet it felt…Primal? Almost. Religious? Maybe.
She focused on his deep, even breaths as he maneuvered through the doorway. Livia laughed a little at herself. She was grateful for the simple act of Blake’s breathing.

Author: Debra Anastasia