Chapter Twelve
Rachel
I wake to the smell of coffee and a kiss on my forehead. I open my eyes and see Zoe, leaning over.
“Morning,” she whispers, pointing at a mug on the bedside table.
“Where’s mine?” Sasha rumbles.
“In the kitchen,” Zoe says lightly. “Go have it.”
“Z,” Sasha says with a note of warning. “Thought you learned your lesson.”
“Special circumstances.”
“Think C will see it that way?”
“I’ll go in a second! Unless Rachel wants me to stay. Rach, how are you? Should I stay?”
“No, I’m okay. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Okay,” she says, waving goodbye as she exits.
I roll over to face him. “You don’t have to be gruff with her.”
“She’s gotta learn.”
“She was just worried.”
“And a little possessive.”
“What? No.”
“She is. Not just with you, but especially with you.”
“Maybe a little. We’ve been best friends a long time.”
“Sure, but when you’re in my bed, you’re mine.”
