Chapter 167

Side Story 33.

Even when I met his eyes, he didn’t stop what he was doing. “Took you long enough,” he said. I turned to lay on my back, and he settled onto the bed, sitting upright.

“How long have you been here?” I asked, my voice soft, still heavy with sleep.

“Long enough to fall asleep and wake up,” he replied, and I immediately sat up.

“You didn’t even take your shoes off,” he complained. I glanced down at my feet—they were bare. I guess he had taken them off for me.

“How many hours have I been asleep?” I asked. He glanced at the clock on the sidetable next to the bed.

“Well, considering the time Randy told me you got back, that would be five hours,” he said casually, turning back to me, “and of those, I slept for two.” He added, eyes glinting with mischief, “and I