Free Forsaken (The Found Book 2) by Caitlyn O'Leary Page B

She showed me so many images of you. She kept showing me this same picture of you wrapped in a pink blanket, were you sick? You didn’t look sick, you looked happy and peaceful. It was one of her favorite memories.”
    “I’d wrap the blanket around us when I was nursing her. Oh my God, you were actually in her mind.”
    “Actually, I was in her dreams. So whatever was flitting around, I could see. Almost everything revolved around you.”
    “But she was smiling, she was saying dadaa in her sleep.”
    “Really? She recognized me?” He sounded amazed, so hopeful. She told him the story of the picture.
    “Oh sweetheart, I never wanted to make you sad. I was so selfish the way I took from you. I should never have come to you.”
    “Seth, you couldn’t help it, you were dreaming.” Annie laid a kiss against his neck, and moved upward, to the angle of his jaw before ending at his lips. She didn’t have to coax him much before his hand reached into the curls of her hair and cradled her head, angling her perfectly to join their mouths. She sighed at the taste of him, the slide of his smooth lips surrounded by the rough stubble of his beard.
    Annie expected a marauder, and was met with a seducer, as he traced her upper lip with his tongue, teasing her to allow him entry. When she did, the kiss spiraled, but his hands stayed in the proper places, aware their daughter was in the room, even though this was but a dream.
    “A dream?” Annie found herself lying on her bed, no idea where her robe disappeared to, and Seth, a naked god, looming above her.
    “Since this is a dream we can be where we want. I would take us back to the bed and breakfast in Albuquerque, but you want to listen for Nell. You wouldn’t believe me if I said you could hear her, so we’re in your room.”
    “Is your hair really this long?” She tangled her hands in the straight black hair flowing past his razor sharp cheekbones.
    “It depends, do you like it?” His teeth gleamed white as he smiled down at her.
    “It shouldn’t matter, but I think it’s hot.” Her telltale blush heating her skin as it crept up her neck. Seth’s grin got wider.
    “I think it’s cute you still blush. Look at you, you’re the mother of our child, and you still look like you’re barely out of high school.” Annie hit his shoulder.
    “Still a hot button, I see.”
    “How would you feel if people asked you if she was your baby sister, instead of your daughter?” Granted it hadn’t happened for a while, but only because she hardly ever left the damned apartment.
    “It’s good they are so concerned with your safety. I like these people. There’s a man Nell kept showing me. He seemed kind of young, blue eyes and short blond hair. She really likes him, he swings her around and she thinks it’s a lot of fun, but it seemed kind of dangerous to me.”
    “Riley Jones. He and Noah came to Shiprock and found Shilah and me. They brought us here.” Seth watched her with black eyes that saw far too much.
    “And?”
    “No and.”
    “There’s something there as far as Riley is concerned.”
    “There might have been, but now he realizes you might be in the picture he’s decided to back off.”
    “What do you mean, ‘might be in the picture’? I’m Nell’s father. I’m definitely in the picture.”
    “You’re a married man. I don’t sleep with other women’s husbands.” As soon as those words were out of her mouth, Annie pushed at Seth and bounded out of bed. She stumbled, half on and half off the rocking chair in the nursery. Nell let out a cry.
     

Chapter Eight
     
    Seth jerked awake. Portia and Tomas were across from him.
    “Who the hell are Nell and Annie? Are you fucking twins in your dreams now?” Portia snarled. Seth clutched the armrest of the soft leather seat, working fast to gather his thoughts. Seth did everything in his power to keep from lunging and strangling this woman who was keeping him from everything dear to him.
    “You can’t