Chapter 87

She turned to Jensen, noting how his masculinity clashed with the delicate patterns of the room.

“I wanted you to myself,” he murmured. “There is a chef and a maid available if you want them. But I have ordered the staff to appear only on demand.”

“Did you fix this room specially for me?” Katherine asked. She smoothed the satin drapes at the large windows.

He moved to stand behind her, his arms sliding around her waist to draw her back against his body, his face tucked into the curve of her neck and shoulder.

“Yes,” he replied. “Do you like it?”

Katherine leaned against him. He was solid and warm, and so necessary to her. She sighed contentedly.

“I love it,” she said softly.

“I’m glad you are here, Kat,” he said quietly. He lifted her bandaged hand for his inspection. “You aren’t to get this wet until the stitches come out. Either the