“You talk in your sleep,” he drawled. “You said my name—a lot.” Evangeline felt a rush of heat crawl up her neck. “Obviously, I was having a nightmare.” “It didn’t look that way to me, Little Fox, and I was here all night.” Her heart pitter-pattered at the thought that he’d watched as she’d slept. Was that why she’d dreamed about him? “Don’t fret, I won’t tell your husband that you’re obsessed with me.”
