Page 51 of The Silent Note

Where is Sloane when I need her?

If I was chatting with my best friend, I’m sure I’d be able to stay up.

My eyes drop closed and I feel my head lulling.

Abruptly, I straighten.

The bed calls to me.

This is torture.

I take a step forward. And then another. I’ll close my eyes until Zane gets back. I’m sure he’ll wake me up. Since he thinks I’m his ‘property’, he’ll probably demand what he wants tonight.

Convinced, I lie on top of the covers.

It smells like Zane.

Smells good, even if he’s a douchebag.

I curl against the pillow.

Five minutes…

That’s all the rest I’ll get.

After that, it’s game on.

I’m definitely sleeping with Zane Cross tonight.

Chapter Twelve

ZANE

I run a towel through my dripping wet hair and then let it dangle across my shoulders. Pressing the door open with one hand, I peer into my bedroom and see Grey sprawled out on top of my bed.

The sight of her there pleases me.

It’s where she belongs.

I tiptoe as quietly as I can around her side of the bed and exchange my wet sling for a dry one. It takes me a solid seven minutes to wrestle all the ties and clips into their rightful place.

Wrapping the sling is one of the tasks I dread. I can’t wait until my wrist is better. The moment I’m cleared, I’m throwing this stupid sling into the sea and flipping it the bird.

Grey makes a sound in her sleep and curls into a ball, shivering slightly. I frown and cover her with the quilted blanket thrown over my office chair. She burrows into it like a caterpillar.

I drop into a crouch so I’m eye-level with her. Long black eyelashes splay across soft cheeks. Her full, bee-stung lips part as she releases a deep breath.

Damn.

She was a freaking vision walking down the aisle in white today.

But even without makeup and a fancy dress, Grey Jamieson is the kind ofprettyyou just can’t tear your eyes off of.

Gingerly, I press my hand against her forehead. At least her temperature’s cooled since her shower. I should have insisted on taking her to the doctor, but I thought she might throw an even bigger fit.

‘I want to be with you tonight.’

I chuckle softly, remembering her bold announcement.

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