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Chapter Nine
She was beautiful in sleep and seemed ethereal, delicate.
Despite her emotional outburst before she fell asleep,
he knew Magdalena Cruz was far from weak. She had
to be tough as nails to survive what she’d been through,
both before her injury and after. What she was still
going through.
But in sleep, with her dark lashes fanning her cheeks
and her dusky features still and lovely, she seemed as
soft and fragile as a rare, extraordinary wildflower.
Her tears had stunned him to the core. Even now, an
hour after she fell asleep as he continued to hold her in
the dimly lit living room, he couldn’t believe she had
let down her barriers enough to let him glimpse the vulnerable,
bruised woman inside the hard shell.