Karen Witemeyer Quote

Travis? Her voice came out scratchy and cracked. What are you doing in my room? Those eyes—not quite green, not quite brown—crinkled at the corners. I’m not in your room, darlin’. You’re in mine. What? Maybe she was still dreaming. That would explain why Travis was here and why nothing was making a lick of sense. But the throbbing behind her ear seemed awfully real. My head hurts. You were kicked by a mule. A mule? Meredith frowned. Uncle Everett didn’t own a mule. Had she been injured at the livery fetching Ginger? And why was Travis grinning at her? Shouldn’t he be more concerned? It’s not very heroic of you to smile at my misfortune. Really. This was her dream after all. Her hero should be more solicitous. Of course, usually in her dreams, Travis rescued her before any injury occurred. The man was getting lax. She’d started to tell him so when he laid the back of his hand on her forehead as if feeling for fever. The gentle touch instantly dissolved her pique. He removed his hand and met her gaze. I’m smiling because I’m happy to see you awake. We’ve been worried about you. Awake? Meredith scrunched her brows together until the throbbing around her skull forced her to relax. Travis, you’re not making any sense. I can’t be awake. You only come to me when I’m dreaming. Although you’re usually younger and . . . well . . . cleaner, and not so in need of a shave. But don’t get me wrong, she hurried to assure him. It wouldn’t do to insult her hero. You’re just as handsome as always. I don’t even mind that you didn’t save me this time. The important thing is that you’re here.