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“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Going to bed. You mind turning out the light?” he asks glancing at me before quickly looking away.

“Yes, I mind. And you’re not sleeping on the sofa. You can’t even fit on it,” I point out.

“It’ll be fine.”

“I’m not sleeping in the bed as long as you’re cramped out here,” I tell him.

“Sure, you will. There’s nowhere else for you to sleep.”

“Oh yeah?” I cross my arms over my chest when I realize my light pink pajamas are probably a tad see-through in this light. I really need to stop trying on clothes in my dark bedroom or in dim changing rooms. “I could sleep on the floor. Or out in the pool on one of those lounge floats. That could be fun.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Or the bathtub.”

“Sure, Kendall.”

“You don’t believe me?” I huff before I go back to the bedroom, grab a pillow and the top blanket then head for the bathroom. Since we’ve only used the shower, the huge soaking tub that can accommodate at least two people is thankfully completely dry.

I step over and place my pillow at one end before curling up on my side, my hand under my cheek.

Ow.

I don’t speak the word, only think it because the hard bottom is digging into my hip bone. But it doesn’t matter. It’s not like I’m going to actually sleep in here. I’m just making a point.

Sure enough, a moment later, the light flips on and Monty comes in.

“Get out of the tub, Kendall.”

“Get off the sofa, Monty.”

“That can’t be comfortable,” he says.

“Neither can the sofa,” I point out. “And I wonder how many newlyweds have had sex on it. It’s not like sheets. You can’t wash spunk out of upholstery.”

“Thank you for giving me that visual. Now I have to change clothes before I can go to bed.”

“You’re going to sleep in the bed?” I ask him.

“Yes. Just as soon as I change clothes.”

“I’ll wait here until you’re ready,” I tell him.

With a scoff, he leaves, then returns a moment later in a pair of blue shorts and a gray tee. “You can come out now,” he says.

As if to ensure that I get out of the tub, he jerks the blanket off me and heads into the bedroom with it.

I pick up the pillow and follow him.

Watching him make the bed in athletic wear is a surreal experience. So domestic and completely unlike his proper businessman persona at the office.

“Do you have a side preference?” I ask.

“Nope.”

“Then I’ll take this one, closest to the bathroom.”