Rowan
The knock on my door causes me to shriek in excitement. I know it’s Cutter, and even though it’s only been a few days, I’ve missed him. I run so fast I slide on the hardwood, hitting the door in the front foyer. “Ouch.”
“Ro, are you okay?”
I’m holding my forehead as I swing it open, and let him in. “Fine, I was too excited and skid.”
He sweeps me up in his arms, and I’m back where I’ve wanted to be since I left Laurel Springs. “Missed you.” He runs his nose along my jawline.
“Missed you, too.”
This time I release him from my grip, letting him come completely into the living room. “Four days, huh?”
“Four days,” he confirms, excitement in his eyes.
But I can see it, the weariness marked by dark circles. “How long have you been awake?”
He glances at his watch. “Going on twenty hours.”
“As excited as I am that you’re here, I really think you should get some sleep. It won’t do either of us any good if you’re dead on your feet.”