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“No.” I get to my feet. “You pushed me off the bed.”
She starts to deny it, then looks down. She’s mostly on her stomach now, with me out of the way. And her shoulder is right at the edge of the mattress. Where I was.
Tilda rolls onto her back and slaps a hand over her mouth.
“Laugh it up.” I roll my neck out. “Next time I’m taking you with me.”
“Sorry,” she says from behind her hand.
I look down at her. And even though I know she’s hiding a smile, I know she really is sorry. “Go back to sleep.”
She shakes her head and drops her hand as she starts to sit up. “The least I can do is make you coffee before you go to work.”
I place my hand on her chest and push her back down. “Go back to sleep.”
“But—”
“Get up in an hour and make me coffee.”
She glances at the clock, seeing it’s early. “Sleep with me. I promise I won’t push you off the bed again.”
I bend lower. “I don’t believe you.” I press a kiss to her mouth, then stand up straight. “And I got a camera for your driveway. I want to set up before I go.”
Her brows lift. “A camera?”
“Yeah.” I cross the room and pick my jeans up off the floor. “I’ll hook it up to your Wi-Fi and show you the app. Then you’ll be able to watch it on your phone and see who’s coming.”
“Oh, wow, that would be really cool.” She sits back up.
“Matilda.”
She waves me off and scoots to the edge of the bed. “I’m awake now. And I’m pretty sure a spy camera deserves French toast.”
Chapter 120
Tilda
Ethan’s beenat work a couple hours.
I’ve put the extra clothes he brought into a dresser drawer. Hung up his extra ranger shirt in the closet. Cleaned every dish from breakfast. Had a second coffee.
I pace across the living room for the fifth time and finally force myself to stop.
“Just text him.”
I sit on the couch.
Then I remember what we did here last night, and I stand.
If I sit there and think aboutthat,I’m going to end up back in bed with my hand up my dress.
I move to the kitchen counter and pull out the stool.
This is where I watched Ethan cook last night. Still a sexy experience. But a safe one to think about.
Me: Do you have plans for tonight?
As soon as I send it, I worry that I’m acting needy.
