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I expected it to take a while for her to relax, but within minutes, Mila was out. It took me longer to get comfortable while keeping my hips away from her so she couldn’t feel how turned on I was. A task that became damn near impossible when she snuggled into me.

Trusting me in her sleep.

Her monster in the night-light.

Even if she didn’t know it yet.

Chapter 12

Keep Your Eyes Open

MILA

Ican’t believe I asked him to sleep with me. Again!

I’m so stupid.

Worse still, he knows it.

A stupid little girl who is afraid of the dark and has scary dreams.

Pathetic.

Rolling my eyes at myself, I stood from my favorite spot near the creek and went inside to grab some water. My plan went out the window when the intoxicating scent of coffee filled my nostrils.

Like a cartoon, I practically floated over to the fancy coffee maker that wasn’t usually on the counter. Opening the cabinets, I searched for a mug. A glass.

I’d drink it out of a measuring cup if that was all that was available.

I’ll pour Ash some, too. That’d be helpful.

Except I don’t know how he takes it.

Forcing myself away from the delicious scent, I headed through the house toward Ash’s office. I peeked into the ajar door, unsurprised to find it was decorated much like the rest of his house. Cool and masculine, with a giant desk topped with three computer monitors.

Ash sat behind it, his phone pressed to his ear as he looked at one of the side monitors. Despite his impatient words, his tone was happy when he muttered, “About time.”

Not wanting to interrupt, I backtracked to the kitchen. Finally finding the mugs—on the very top shelf, of course—I hoisted myself onto the counter and carefully stood.

“Camila Price, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

At the barked question, I startled and lost my balance. My life flashed before my eyes as I seemed to hover mid-air.

And what I saw was depressing.

Rather than cracking my head open on the island and dying without even getting any coffee, strong arms wrapped around to catch me.

I didn’t bother to ask how he knew my full name. I was quickly learning there was very little Ash didn’t know or couldn’t find out. Not to mention, there were much more pressing matters.

Like how I was cradled in his arms.

Or the thunderous expression on his face that contrasted that gentle hold.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ash repeated, his angry hazel eyes burning as he scanned me.

“Getting coffee.”

“And you needed to be a daredevil to do that?”

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