While Callum wasn't in any position to see the woman who had been plaguing his thoughts for the past day, he knew he needed to talk to her about her son.
The commander stood in front of her door after pushing his thoughts aside and retaining a shred of the courage he normally had at all other times. He lifted a hand and gently knocked, hoping it wouldn't alarm her.
Celia pulled the door open and gazed up at the commander, her brown eyes shimmering.
It just so happened he was in her thoughts just as much as she was in his.
Swirling around in her mind, she had the urge to apologize to him about how she had forced him to stay in her bed all night. He probably didn't want that but he still held her with such care.
Perhaps having such a handsome stallion of a man was her cross to bear. She felt like she was betraying her late husband in so many ways but she couldn't stop herself.
"Do you need me something, Callum?" she asked bluntly.
