Something tickled her cheek.
Amelia swatted at it and rolled over in bed. She didn’t want to wake up yet, not when she and Logan were about to rip each other’s clothes off.
Dreams were so amazing.
Pretty much the only place a shy girl like her could get the man of her dreams.
She was just drifting back off to sleep when something tickled her cheek again.
Was it her cat?
Fairy had a habit of batting at her face in the middle of the night, insisting it was morning and she be delivered her breakfast.
“Its too early, Fairy,” she mumbled, snuggling down under her blankets.
She could hear breathing.
And not cat breathing.
With a gasp she bolted upright.
There was someone in her bedroom.
She didn’t even think about what she was doing, she just opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs, then launched herself off the bed and out the window, which she kept open even in the middle of the middle because she liked to be warm during the day but cold at night.
Her bedroom was on the second floor and she went rolling down the roof then she was falling.
It seemed to take forever for her to hit the ground.
When she did it pain flared through her body.
She wasn’t sure how badly she was hurt.
Before she could even contemplate moving a figure appeared above her. It was dark out, and cloudy, snow was fluttering down around her, she couldn’t make out the features.
Then light blinded her and the face leaned closer.
It was Logan.
Was Logan playing her game? Afterall he is a cop. Wait that didn’t make any sense. Was that what she meant to think? No, she meant was Logan the man who had been in her bedroom? He was a cop he wouldn’t have broken in.
Amelia opened her mouth and screamed again.