The hallway leading to the master suite was very quiet. The door was pushed open just a few inches. Carcel reached out and pushed it open fully, stepping inside without making a sound.
The room was warm, lit by the soft orange glow of the fireplace.
He saw Delaney sitting by his bed.
She was sitting in a wooden chair pulled very close to the mattress. She was wearing a simple, pale blue dress. Her dark hair was loose, falling softly over her shoulders. She was holding Rowan's hand between both of hers, resting it gently against her cheek. She was staring at Rowan's sleeping face with a soft expression.
Carcel paused near the door. He felt a deep sense of respect for the young woman. She had survived a terrible crash, yet she was not resting. She was openly caring for the man she loved.
Carcel cleared his throat softly to announce his presence.
"Miss Kingsley," he said, keeping his voice low so he would not startle her.
