Jonah lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. He knew sleep would elude him for hours, if not all night. He thought back over the evening with Lyra. She was like no one he’d ever known. She totally put herself out there. She wasn’t afraid to say what she thought or felt, even when she was likely to get hurt.
She’d said she loved him. Thinking of holding her while she whispered those words in his ear had his heart pounding all over again. He’d like to brush it off as ridiculous. The girl knew nothing about him. She’d never even seen him until a couple months ago. But Jonah had never met anyone more tenderhearted that Lyra. He didn’t doubt she cared for him. She would care for a rabid dog abandoned and starving. The only problem was when that dog bit her, as it surely would.
He should be worried—and part of him was. What would happen to her? What would come of this relationship? He shouldn’t be happy. But he was.
Jonah turned over, smiling into his pillow. Damned if he didn’t have that warm fuzzy feeling inside. Maybe…maybe…things would work out.