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Rose rolled over and hit a warm, hard body. The smile and small happy sigh was an instinct she couldn’t tamp down. She curled in closer to his warmth—just a few more minutes. Rose would use his endless supply of strength to recharge her own.
Warren watched as his wife curled her body around his. He watched her sleep for hours. There were no interruptions because he shut his phone off. The world outside their room ceased to exist. He gave in to the temptation to touch her. His fingers threaded through the silky strands of her hair. Once he started, he couldn’t get enough. It was like his hand no longer listened to his commands. She was the magnetic force that drew them back over and over.
Rose felt his fingers toying with her hair. It was one of the things Warren used to love to do on a lazy Sunday morning. Rose’s brow furrowed. If his hand was in her hair, that meant…. What did that mean? Was she dreaming? When she opened her eyes, Ladybug had better not be in bed with her.
“My beautiful Petal, are you hungry?”
Rose sighed and squeezed him tighter before opening her eyes. Warren was sitting with his back against the headboard, and her head was on his lap while his hands wandered over her. It was real. He was there. It wasn’t a dream.
“You’re here,” she gasped in shock.
“Not going anywhere.”
“What happened?”
“You passed out. Your body shut down so you could sleep.”
“What time is it?”
“Eleven.”
“Eleven o’clock in the morning?”
Warren nodded. His eyes never left hers. It was like he could read every thought running through her head. This wasn’t going to work. Plan B had no hope whatsoever if he kept looking at her like that. It looked like she was going to need plan C.
Rose tried to scoot away from him as her brain worked overtime on plan C. The only thing that formed was a now-or-never scenario.
“Stay with me.”
“I have to use the bathroom.”
Warren released her with a grin twitching on his lips. He waited until the door was closed before he decided to burst her bubble. “If you’re thinking about going out the window to get to your car, Vulture found your hidden key. You are on foot, Petal. I would bet our entire bank account you wouldn’t make it to the gate before I caught you.”
“Good to know,” Rose called through the door.
So much for plan C. Warren was here. As in actually physically in the other room, sitting on the bed, watching her sleep, never left her side here. It was shocking. If you didn’t count the fact that she slept through most of it, today was the most time they spent together since, well, she couldn’t remember when.
Rose opened the bathroom door in time to see Warren open their bedroom door. Nope. It wasn’t their room. It was her bedroom. The aroma of food made her mouth water.
“Are those fajitas?”
“They are.”
“Where did you get fajitas? The kitchen blew up.”
“They are using one of the kitchens in the houses behind the clubhouse.”
“Did Franny make those? Has she been holding out on us?”
“No,” Warren chuckled. “I sent one of the prospects to get these for us. Franny can’t cook for shit.”
“How,” Rose snapped her mouth closed before she could ask how he knew that.
“Ask whatever you want, baby. I’m an open book.”
Rose snorted in disbelief. “Yeah, and my interview for the Queen of England opening is tomorrow morning. I’ll just go see what Franny made.”
“Rose, please,” Warren asked softly. “Eat with me. I know these won’t be as good as that place you like back home, but they had the best reviews in the area.”
