Page 79 of Forced Proximity
I was just getting back to sleep for the fifth time when I heard the door to my room click, indicating that someone had arrived.
It was still dark, but I’d know that silhouette anywhere.
“You’re early,” I muttered, eyes barely open.
Fuck, but I was tired.
“Go back to sleep. I need to shower.”
I did, but woke up a second time to her climbing into the bed with me.
I pulled her in close, pressed my forehead against hers, and dropped off to sleep moments later.
I didn’t have another nightmare the rest of the night.
When next I woke, my bed was empty, and I could hear voices from downstairs.
I reluctantly got out of bed and checked the time on my phone as I passed, noting that it was well past eleven o’clock.
I rubbed at my eyes as I walked straight into the shower, turning it on cold, before stepping inside.
I took a quick shower, my eyes now wide open after the cold water jolted me enough to drag me out of the haze of sleep.
When I got out of the shower, I headed for the closet to get dressed and found Dru’s iPad, which was on the nightstand, buzzing away.
I went to it and glanced down to see Daniella’s name on the screen.
The text that popped up at the bottom was quite comical.
Daniella:
I was trespassed at the hotel. Luckily, I was able to put a fraud alert on Eugene’s credit card and they froze it. He had to come to the bank to see about getting it fixed, and I was able to talk to him…
I couldn’t see what else was said, but I knew that there was a lot more.
Especially after seeing the one hundred and two unread texts from Daniella alone.
Getting dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, I headed downstairs to find that my kitchen was full of Truth Tellers.
Cutter, Copper, and Chevy—the Clayborne siblings—were all at my island picking at what was left of the food on their plates.
Jasper and Gunner were at the stove cooking.
Webber, Doc, and Audric were leaning their hips against the counter, shoveling food into their own mouths.
Then there was my girl, who was standing at the kitchen sink washing the dishes.
I walked straight to her and dropped a kiss to her bare shoulder—she was wearing one of my tees, and it was so big on her that her head and most of her left shoulder were exposed.
“Morning,” I replied roughly when she turned and smiled at me.
“Hey, Finnian,” she murmured. “You sleep okay?”
“Once you got here,” I admitted.
She turned, soap suds covering her hands, and said, “You had nightmares?”
I shrugged. “Always have ’em.”
