Redemption (Book Two of the Shipwrecked Series) (22 page)

 I grabbed a
woolen blanket from the hearth and placed it over Devon’s sleeping form.  His
chest slowly rose and fell and a hint of a smile remained on his face.  I
carefully tucked the blanket about him and brushed a fallen clump of hair from
his eye.  A feeling of peace from a job well done came over me and I let out a
well deserved sigh.  I placed a quick kiss right above his eye where the hair
had been.  His skin was warm and weathered beneath my lips.  I froze above his
sleeping body, embarrassed by my action.  What had come over me?

“Good night,
step-mother,” he whispered, catching me off guard.  I could hear the smile in
his voice.

I felt the color
rise to my cheeks.  He had known I was there the whole time and had most
certainly felt the kiss that I had placed on his forehead.  One never uses
their best judgment under the grips of sleep deprivation.  Kissing Devon
McClain had most certainly been a bad idea.