“Come on,” I said softly, bending down to scoop her into my arms. She didn’t fight it. Her green eyes were empty as she looked up at me, her arms around my neck as I held her bridal style. Fuck, she smelled good, like cherries. Fucking cherries. “Are you going to hurt me?” she whispered. “No.” “Are you—” “City Girl, I’m laying you down on my bed. Then, I’m going into the guest room. It’s late. You need to rest and heal. I have a ranch to run. We both need to sleep,”
