Delaney managed to make it back to the room she was sharing with her husband and found him pacing back and forth in front of the fire. When he heard her come in he hurried to her and closed the door behind her. Before Delaney had a chance to protest, Vincent swept her up into his arms and carried her towards the bed. He sat her down gently and helped her out of her robe, draping it over a chair. He pulled the blankets over her before pulling off his shirt and crossing to his side of the bed and climbing in.
Vincent didn't ask about her conversation with Ian. He only pulled her tired, chilled body in against his strong warm chest and held her there. Delaney smiled softly up at him before he moved and brushed a gentle kiss against her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him there so she could kiss him more. After coming so close to nearly losing everything she didn't want to let go of him so fast.
