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Оглавление“Lucca,” she called softly to him. “Wake up. You’re dreaming. Come on.”
Using a gentle rolling motion, she managed to get him on his back. More unintelligible words flew out of his mouth.
His tear-washed face was her undoing. She bent over him and started kissing his eyelids and cheeks. “Lucca?” she whispered. “The war is over. You’re home and safe.” She ran her lips over every rugged line and angle of the face haunting her dreams. Her hands massaged his shoulders, willing him to relax and let go of the powerful flashback.
“Hush, now,” she murmured against his lips, both of theirs salty from his tears. “You’re not alone. I’m here.”
Just when she thought she wasn’t getting through to him he muttered, “Annabelle?”
“Yes!” she cried, so relieved he’d come back to reality she didn’t care what he thought of her unorthodox methods. Her sorrow for what he’d suffered went too deep for tears. He’d been injured and had lost his best friend. She rocked him in her arms. With a swift strength she could scarcely credit, he pulled her body toward him.
