Page 89 of Renard's Deliverance

“I thought I could get a stretcher bed for you, set it up in a corner.”

Okay. The man had officially lost his mind.

“I’m not going to sleep in the corner of the restaurant,” she told him. “People are trying to eat! What are you thinking?”

“Didn’t mean in the restaurant,” he told her.

Oh. Oops. She must have misunderstood.

“Meant in the kitchen.”

Yep. He was definitely nuts.

“Not sleeping in a kitchen. Do you really think I could sleep in a busy kitchen when I can barely sleep here?”

“You slept last night.”

Yep. She had.

And that still surprised her.

“Maybe I was just so exhausted that I didn’t have nightmares.”

“You snored too.”

“I did not!” she exclaimed.

“You definitely did.”

Shit. Should she apologize? No doubt she’d sounded like a freight train.

“Cutest snore I’ve ever heard.”

Damn.

“You have got to stop saying nice things to me,” she told him.

“That was nice?” he asked, looking surprised.

“Yes. And you should stop it.”

“Why would I stop it?” he asked.

“Because you’re gonna make me cry.”

He scowled. “No crying!”

“These are tears of happiness not sadness,” she told him.

“Don’t care.”

He was so strange. A sadist who didn’t like tears.

“I’m not coming to work with you tonight,” she told him.

He frowned at her as he moved around the kitchen, opening cupboards and the fridge.

“You can’t stay here alone.”

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