Page 31 of Unexpected Company
“Soyou’renot grossed out?” I ask, turning his earlier question back on him.
Roman adjusts his position so his ass is on my lap, his legs on one side and his upper body plastered to my chest. His head falls to my shoulder.
“No. I want to talk about this more. But can I close my eyes for a little longer? I don’t feel good.”
I kiss the top of his head. He smells like me, and that makes my heart tumble around in my chest.
“Do you want to lie in the bed?”
His hair brushes my neck as he shakes his head.
“Right here is good. Tight hug, please.”
Smiling, I wrap both arms around him and squeeze. He sighs, his eyelids fluttering closed and one hand resting over my beating heart.
“Tell me about your story, Gare Bear.”
“The one I’m working on now?”
“Hmm,” he replies.
“It’s about a detective who finds himself falling for the man he’s protecting.”
“I thought you don’t write love stories,” he mumbles.
“I don’t. I write police –”
“Police procedurals and murdery blah blah blah, I know,” Roman interrupts.
With a hand in his hair, I tug his head so he’s peering up at me. His eyes are heavy but he’s grinning widely.
“Murdery blah blah blah?”
He ignores my remark, closing his eyes and settling deeper into my hold.
“It sounds a lot like a romance novel to me. Is the detective in love?” Roman asks.
“Not yet,” I reply.
“Hmm… he will be soon enough.”
DI Jack Sniper has no business falling for a man he’s only known for a few days. No business whatsoever.
Chapter thirteen
Roman
“Roman, wake up sweet thing.”
My heavy lids peel open and I’m met with the handsome face of the man of all my wildest dreams. Behind him, there’s a glow filling the room from where the curtains are parted, showing off the hesitant sunshine outside.
“Time to eat,” Garrett announces, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He pulls the blanket away from my face, rests the back of his palm on my forehead, humming under his breath.
“Fever’s gone,” he remarks. “And you’re not so flushed anymore.”
I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been ill. I know I had breakfast with him this morning – or yesterday morning? I’m not entirely sure. All I know is that Garrett has been by my side since he carried me home in the rain. I also have a vague recollection of a conversation about fantasies and…oh yeah,theshower.
Now, he shifts on the bed, his sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, muscular arms. He brings a bowl of steaming soup closer and my mouth waters at the delicious smell, my belly rumblingto remind me it’s been a while since I last ate. Hunger aside, though, I’m still dozing and not yet ready to leave my warm Garrett-scented fort of blankets.
