Page 82 of Sins

I sighed. “Maybe I am.”

He cocked a brow, studied my face, then something came into his eyes.

“What?”

“You should eat.” He changed topics so fast it made my head spin. He quickly left and returned a moment later with a tray. There was chicken soup, with homemade bread, and a chocolate treat. I was pleased that my stomach didn’t turn at the smell. “If you can eat this, I’ll allow you to leave the room. Once I get that IV removed.”

“You can’t hold me hostage, Grim.” I draped the napkin over my lap, secretly happy he took care of me.

He gave the dogs a command, and they jumped to their feet and stood by the door. He tilted my chin up and brushed his lips over mine. “Watch me, sweetheart.”

I pretty much ate everything, except the bread had proved to be a little more than I could handle. The soup was spot on. I could feel the calories bring my body back to life, my headache finally subsided, and the cobwebs were cleared away. Once a lady came and removed the IV, I cautiously showered, brushed my teeth, then pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a tank. I didn’t have much energy after that to dry my hair completely, but I did a little.

I eyed the pups and wondered if they’d let me pass. “See, I ate.” I showed them the tray, and they just stared. “Okay, umm…” I held up some of the bread. “Who wants a treat?” Againnothing. “Really?” I spotted my phone and thought about calling Grim, but something hit me. I remembered a command he’d used once. I straightened my shoulders and used the best Grim voice I could muster. To my absolute delight, they stepped away from the door and waited for me to lead the way. “Well, shit, look at me go.” I couldn’t help the grin.

The suite was quiet other than the sound of the rain pounding against the window. I squinted at the angry sky that rumbled with its warning to stay indoors. Monsoon season was in full bloom, which meant we had to be ready to hold some events inside. I shook off my constant need to be in work mode and rested my forehead against the cool glass.

Voices drew my attention, and I headed down the hall to where a light was on. Thunder clapped loudly, and I swore I felt the hotel shake.

I peeked inside the massive living room that could fit three of my suites inside and saw Grim in front of a flat screen TV. He was spread out on the couch, and to my surprise he was in sweats, a t-shirt, and a ball hat. The best part was he held a beer by its neck. Then I heard a curse and saw Jesse in similar attire with a fist raised at the screen. He sat in an armchair across from Grim and nursed his own bottle of ale.

I grinned as I came up behind them. “So, this is what you two do when you’re not on duty?”

Jesse dropped his feet to the floor, nearly spilling his beer, but Grim just raised one of his sexy brows and clucked his tongue.

“And how did you get by the boys?”

I couldn’t help but let him have a full-on gleeful smile. “You’re not the only one who can give commands, baby.”

“We’ll see about that.” He matched my grin, but it turned into a scowl when Zhar trotted out and flopped on his bed on the floor. “You had one job to do,” Grim threatened.

I glanced at Jesse. “I like this side of you.” He smiled and raised his beer. “I promise I won’t tell a soul that I saw you in something other than a suit.”

“It’s not often I let anyone see me without a suit on,” he huffed.

“You should.” I studied him until he blushed and considered who I knew that would be a good match for him.

Grim pulled a knee up and patted the couch for me to sit. We hadn’t had a lot of downtime together, and I liked the idea of just hanging out. “You’re looking better.” I curled up in front of him, and he pulled me to his chest then drew a blanket over me.

“I’m feeling much better, thanks.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Good.”

“You like baseball, Kenna?” Jesse tipped his beer toward the TV.

I sighed and thought about the last time I watched a game. “I liked when Max Kepler came to town. He had dinner with me and some friends.”

“Kepler,” Jesse’s face lit up, “from the Minnesota Twins?”

“That be him.”

He whistled, clearly impressed. “When was he here?”

I did the math. “Three days before you guys came home.”

“Clearly, we got back just in time.” Grim slid his hand between my thighs under the blanket. “I don’t need any more problems.”

“He was very nice but not my type.” I looked up and kissed his jaw but flinched when a crack of thunder filled the room. Zhar yelped, and Grim reached down to pat his head. Though Leal didn’t show any nerves, I did notice him slink into the room and lie under the table close to his brother.

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