Publisher's Synopsis
She stirred and cracked her eyes open, sensing that someone had entered the bedroom. It was James, home from another late night at work. It was early and she couldn't make out his face in the darkness, but she thought it looked like it was smiling. He slipped beneath the covers at her side of the bed. She wrapped her arms around him and held on as well as she could. Drifting, sleeping...this was the way things were supposed to be...James and Nikki Brant, together. Funny that she didn't remember hearing his car pull into the drive, or even the sound of the front door, which always seemed to open with a deafening creak...
