Scott woke Ciara before the sun came up. She even felt as if she had just fallen asleep ten minutes ago.

She moaned and stretched, then yawned as she rubbed her eyes. “What do you want?” she asked him, half asleep.

His eyebrow shot up. “The training. Remember?”

The room was lit only by the dim light from the window, so she couldn’t see his expression. But he seemed to smile.

“Come on. I’ll wait for you outside. Five minutes.”

“Kay,” she replied in a lazy tone.

Since living with Scott, Ciara had slept peacefully, even though she had had nightmares several times, but she could sleep soundly on a...