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"I'm probably going to sleep," I said honestly. "I’ll talk to Celia, too, and let her know I’m feeling better.”

"You can tell her to drop by, if you want," Gabe said.

"Well...I mean, I haven't told her about us."

"True." He trapped me with his gaze.

"So maybe I'll tell her to come another day. I just want to be in better shape when we talk to her."

"You think she'll take it badly?" Gabe asked.

"I think so," I admitted. "You're her boss, and..." I didn't voice the rest of my fears because they weren't my sister's. They were mine.

What if this was a silly mistake? What if it ended as soon as it started, and then not only would I have to move out, but I'd also have made work incredibly uncomfortable for Celia? I would hate for that to happen.

"Then we'll tell her another time," Gabe said. "Now, you said you want to sleep, right?"

"Yes."

"Scoot over." He picked up the plates and set them on his nightstand.

"Why?"

"Because you went out like a light on my chest, so I'm offering it up as tribute."

Chapter Eighteen

Diane

Three days later, I finally woke up without even a trace of a headache. In fact, I seemed to be in top shape. I hadn't sweated my nightshirt through, and even after I pushed myself into a sitting position quite quickly, I didn't feel light-headed.

I glanced over my shoulder at Gabe, who was sleeping soundly. I couldn't believe I'd spent the past three days in bed with this handsome man. He’d worked from home but was at my side whenever I needed help. I'd never been treated so well.

Since I felt great, I decided to surprise Gabe for once. He'd brought me breakfast for the past three days. Actually, he'd fed me every meal. After attempting to prepare lunch once, he simply started to order in.

I knew he loved guacamole, though it was a strange choice for breakfast. We had everything necessary in the fridge, so I chopped tomatoes and the avocado and mixed it with salt and lemon. It was more of a salsa than guac, but it was delicious.

As I put bread in the toaster, I yelped as I felt an arm around my waist.

Gabe spoke in my ear. "What are you doing up?"

I plastered my back against him. He slept in pajama pants but nothing on top. This was one of those moments when I wished my nightgown was backless. "I'm feeling perfect, and I wanted to spoil you as a thank-you."

The bread popped out of the toaster.

"But you shouldn't get out of bed."

"I feel perfectly well. You know that moment when you can tell that an illness went away?" I turned around, glancing at him. His gaze was cast down to me, laced with suspicion. "Well, I do. My mind's clear. My body's full of energy." I tilted my head to the left and the right, then pressed myself against his pajama pants. "You've got morning wood. I didn’t feel it before.”

“It was definitely here.”

“Hmmm... you should have pointed it out.”

He chuckled. "What do you want me to do? Say 'I've got a hard-on' instead of 'Good morning'?"

I closed one eye, looking at him with the other one. "So funny. Let me spread that guac on the bread."

We both ate standing at the kitchen counter.

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