It takes a few minutes for the weight of Rick's body on top of hers to register. Slowly, his soft cooing voice breaks through her panic. Her muscles ache from being so tense. When she stops struggling, Rick still remains, holding her down onto the pillows. She continues to get lost in his eyes, letting her body go limp against his. Only when her breathing slows does he loosen his grip-but he doesn't let go. She must have been thrashing violently in her sleep.

"You were dreaming..." the words he speaks finally make sense.

She draws her gaze out of his eyes to look upon him; his handsome face is...