Free He's Captured My Soul (Captured Series Book 3) by Karen Frances Page A

tend to worry about us all. I tried to tell her I was fine, but she’s having none of it. She insists I go and see the doctor. Locking the door, I sigh heavily. Alex stand’s, stares and frowns. I’m tired, no let me rephrase that I’m bloody shattered. Today has been an amazing day to end the last few hard weeks. I take steps in the direction of the living room. I know my mum and Sarah have already moved most of the glasses and dishes into the kitchen, they even put the dish washer on. But I don’t want to get up and start cleaning tomorrow.
    “No you don’t,” says Alex stopping me. “You are going straight up the stairs.”
    “But . . .”
    “No but’s, Miss Stewart. It will all be done before you get up tomorrow. Now bed.”
    “Are you joining me?” My voice is almost a whisper, suddenly I don’t feel so tired anymore. I know I shouldn’t, but he’s here, he’s mine and I really want to. But then, that’s nothing new. I always want what’s on offer and so much more. And right now I want more than just falling into bed with his arms wrapped around me. I watch the expression change on his face. He’s really thinking hard about this. Fighting with his emotions. Because I know from experience, he struggles saying no to me.
    “Let’s get the lights off, down here and yes then I will join you.” My smile slowly spreads and Alex smiles in return. Although I get the impression he is far from happy about my triumph. Or maybe he is hoping I will head on upstairs and fall asleep before he comes up.
    I wait at the foot of the stairs, as Alex goes round and switches everything off. He takes my hand as we climb the stairs stroking my hand with the pad of his thumb. This small touch has awakened all my senses, igniting the flames within.
    When we get to our bedroom, I make my way straight into the bathroom. Keen to get out of my clothes. The same clothes I had on all day in work. I wash, change quickly without even looking in the mirror. I really don’t need to see how tired I look.
    I find Alex in the bedroom, in only his boxers. Now that is a sight I’ll never tire of seeing. He has his back to me, pulling down the bedcovers. The muscles in his back tense with the movement. I stand in the bathroom doorway, in only my underwear, enjoying the view. He stops and slowly turns toward me, sensing me watching him. His eyes tell me everything I need to now. I see worry. But that really isn’t that unusual for the last few weeks. But that’s all going to change. Some time off to spend with Alex and our family, then when I do go back to work, sit down with Karl and sort out staffing.
    I walk the short distance to meet him. He reaches out and pulls me tight toward him. I rest my head on his bare chest. Snuggling into him. My breathing quickens. I hear him chuckle softly. His hands feel warm and soothing, against the flesh on my back, as he strokes it. His fingers trace lightly against my scar, but it’s no longer delicate. I’m told, by Alex of course, that it’s healing nicely now. He would get so angry seeing it, now he deals with it better.
    “Libby, I think you should get a check-up with the doctor. There has to be more than you just being tired.”
    “Alex, if I’m still like this after a few days off, I promise I will,” I say. “But to be honest, I think it’s what I’m needing. A rest.”
    “Do you like your ring?” he asks, taking hold of my hand.
    “I love it, not as much as you though. You have spoiled me today.” I sigh, thinking about our relationship and the obstacles we may face. “Alex is there really nothing standing in our way of getting married?” I lift my head to look directly into his eyes.
    “No, Libby, there’s not. We can get married anywhere, anytime. I already have my visa for working here. But I have the feeling that’s not what you’re thinking about.” I shake my head. “Okay, I suppose the worst thing that can happen, is that we will have to split our time equally