Walker's POV:
I hadn't planned to sleep in the chair. It had sort of just happened. When I wake the next morning, sunlight is streaming in through the window.
I'd stayed awake most of the night, on guard in case the perp made an attempt. He didn't though.
So, I'd had far too much time to think about everything and anything. I had found myself focusing on things that I didn't think I should, like the sound of Kentley's breathing as she slept in the bed beside me.
I had held her hand all night, although I'm not completely sure why. I'd tried to convince myself that I'd stayed in the chair so that I'd find it easier to get to my feet if that ars*hole did show up, although, at least half of me knew better.
I had wanted to sit in the chair. I'd wanted to be close to her.