“Um, Dallas?” Bree asked, a little muffled by his arms around her. “Is everything alright?”
Dallas just hummed, not quite willing to release her from the hug just yet. It might have been silly, but he couldn’t shake the worry that as soon as he let Bree go, she would disappear again, and that, this time, he might not be able to find her at all.
“Okay,” Bree said, sounding slightly confused. “Alright.”
There was a pause, and then he felt her arms come up cautiously, hugging him back—which caused an embarrassing sound to erupt from Dallas’ throat, something that, if he didn’t know any better, he would have called a purr.
He stiffened, slightly embarrassed, and Bree seemed to sense this, because she chuckled, leaning back to look up into Dallas’ face.
“Did you really miss me that much?” she asked. “I was right here.”
“I came to get you for breakfast, and you weren’t in your room,” Dallas said, sounding slightly accusatory. “You shouldn’t wander around the palace by yourself.”
