Chapter 142

Early the next morning, Summer Knight opened her sleepy eyes, rubbing them softly. When she realized she was curled up in Alexander Barron’s arms, with one hand still wrapped around his waist, her cheeks instantly flushed a deep red. Bits and pieces of last night started to come back—her clinging to him, whispering by his ear that she’d never leave him again. The memory made her want to bury herself in the blankets. Her long lashes trembled as she ducked under the covers, practically glowing with embarrassment. “Summer.” Alexander’s voice was low and gentle, his lips barely moving. “I’m not going anywhere either. I’m staying right here with you.” For a second, she froze. Then it clicked—he was answering the words she’d said the night before, those shy promises under the covers. Mortified, she scooted even deeper into the blanket, her face burning. Curled up small like a startled kitten, she looked too adorable for words. "You’re the one who said all that last night. Already forgot?" Al