"Zachariah Shannon, wake up!"

His eyes fluttered open at the demand.

"Laney."

A lamp burned next to the bed, and Laney, gloriously nude, her skin golden in the lamplight, straddled his hips, a frantic expression on her lovely face. When he made eye contact, she smiled in relief. "Thank heavens. I thought you were never going to wake up."

"God, I'm sorry, Laney." Sweat coated his body, though not as much as if the dream had run its full course. "Did I hurt ...