In the middle of the night, Tessa couldn’t tell if what was happening was real or just a dream. But she could still feel something tangible: a hand brushing against her cheek, warm and gentle on her skin.

Her eyelids felt heavy, but she forced them open.

Nathan was lying on his side behind her, propped up on one elbow, silent. His eyes were fixed on her face, right where his hand had been.

“Nathan?” Her voice came out raspy, half-asleep.

He flinched slightly, then quickly ...