Page 108 of Perfect Bragg

He places a palm over her forehead. “She doesn’t feel as warm. I think the Tylenol and bath did the trick.”

I blow out a breath. “I hope so.”

He grasps my hand. “You did good.”

I snort. “Good? I panicked and practically jumped into your truck before you parked in my driveway.”

“Panicking is completely normal. I remember the first time one of my brother’s broke a bone – it was Brody by the way – Mom screamed at him before bursting into tears.”

I nod. “I can totally understand her reaction. This parenting stuff is hard.”

“Good thing you have me to help you out in a crisis.” He winks.

I roll my eyes before settling on the ground at his feet. “Way to make this night about you.”

“You have to admit. We make a darn good team.”

I swallow my pride – literally, it feels like a lump in my throat – and ask, “Will you stay? Just for the night. I don’t want to make a mistake or miss anything or screw up.”

“You don’t need to ask. Anytime you need me, I’m there.”

Because he loves you, Rebel Harmony sings.

Why aren’t you asleep?

And miss this awkward conversation? Not on your life.

“Thanks.”

“Why don’t you get the bedding for the couch out while little miss finishes her bottle,” he suggests.

I don’t want him sleeping on the couch. It’s way too far away.

“Or you could sleep in bed with me.”

“I don’t want to push you.”

“I don’t mean sex. Just sleep.”

Although I wouldn’t mind having sex with Elder, I don’t want to send mixed messages.

Because asking him to sleep in your bed isn’t sending mixed messages?

Shut it, Rebel. You aren’t helping.

It isn’t my job to help.

“I’ll stay and help you watch over Robin until we’re certain she’s feeling better. And I’ll sleep in bed with you but there’s a catch.”

“Isn’t there always,” I mumble.

“No sex but I get cuddles.”

I blink. He can’t be serious. “Cuddles?”

“Yep. I’m allowed to cuddle you as much as I want.”

“No naked cuddles,” I clarify.

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