Chapter 69

The next morning, Blair woke up feeling like she’d been hit by a truck. Which, technically, it may not have been a truck, but the SUV that had hit them was the next best thing. Her ribs ached, her head was pounding. 

She stretched out an arm to Roman’s side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty. Looking at the clock on Roman’s side so she didn’t have to turn over to see hers. It was early 6am; she had only slept a few hours. No wonder her eyes felt like sandpaper.

Blair got up to hunt Roman down. She found him in his office, still wearing yesterday’s clothes, surrounded by papers. A coffee cup was within easy reach. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all.

“Please tell me you didn’t stay up all night,” she said, settling carefully into the chair across from his desk.

“I couldn’t sleep. Too much to think about.” Roman looked up at her, and she could see the exhaustion on his face, but also something else—relief that she was awake and moving around. “How are y