Page 59 of If Only In Our Dreams

Also where the hell was I?—

This wasnotthe living room.

I wasn’t an idiot. And sure, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep—even though that was honestly the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me—but I did, somehow, remember that I’d come to Ben’s house.

I’d come to Ben’s house and I…

Oh.

We were supposed to have a drink. Dinner? Dr-inner.

Dammit.

How had I ended up here? In a…I glanced around through gritty eyes…bedroom.

A bedroom. With pale blue walls, and little to no decor, a watch on the nightstand that looked very familiar and also expensive. There was a lamp beside it that was still switched on, despite the morning sun rays, and a whole stack of well-worn books.

Ben’s room.

This was Ben’s room.

How the hell had I ended up in Ben’s room?

Panicked, I tried to sit up, but my body didn’t want to. It wanted to sink back into the blankets and pillows and soak up Ben’s scent now that I knew that was what the delicious smell was. Ahhhh, clean laundry. It smelled so lovely. Not like the mothballs at the inn, or the stench of man pits from the tour bus I had grown accustomed to occupying for great spans of time.

“Chips,” I repeated dumbly. “Detergent.” Damn. Probably some, “fabric softener.”

“Did we break him?” Jane asked, her voice wavering.

“You can’tbreaka person,” Rosie countered like she was an idiot. “Can you?”

“Does he not like chips?” Jane asked her, sounding distressed.

They were so smart. So fucking smart. Knew way more than four-year-olds should know. I could only assume it was because their dad was a genius. And also…patient enough to teach them.

“Girls,” Ben’s voice rumbled from the doorway, silencing their chatter. “I told you to let Robin sleep.” They made sounds in protest but those quickly died. Ben was probably making a sexy face. I wanted toseehis sexy face. But…pillow and comfy…and oh my god, I hadn’t slept this well in…forever.

Had he slept in here too?

Somehow I doubted it.

Where had he slept?

“He was awake when we came in!” Rosie lied.

“No, he wasn’t,” Jane huffed in reply, sounding mollified. Rosie gasped in outrage like Jane had just sold her out to the cartel.

“It’s time to get dressed,” Ben’s voice quaked with laughter. “Grandma will be here in half an hour to pick you up for play practice. I expect you both to be ready in time for breakfast.” Howbossyof him. God, he was so hot. “Do you need help?” His voice softened, and the little girls scrambled away, their little feet thumping with a chorus of “no’s!”

Bet he’s making an even sexier face now.

Bet he’s got his eyebrow twitching.

I should look?—

I should…

Sleep.

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