She giggled into the crook of my neck. “I guess if that’s what you want.”
It wasn’t that I cared that she knew. I didn’t. In fact, I was damn happy that I didn’t have to lie to her.
But still, we needed to be careful.
If either one of our secrets got out, it’d ruin a lot of lives. Especially ours.
“Remind me again when I’m sober, though. Just in case,” she replied, voice sounding heavy.
“You got it,” I said. “Sleep, baby.”
She didn’t answer because she’d already succumbed.
And it didn’t take me long to follow, because this was exactly where I always wanted to be.
Twenty-Eight
I’m a strong woman that is capable of many things. But restraining myself around chips and salsa is not one of those things.
—Mable to Cody
Mable
I woke up with a headache from hell, and a hangover that felt like it was slowly suffocating the life out of me.
Last night had been a doozy.
Birdee, Cody, and I had definitely overdone it on the wine.
I’d also had some really great dreams. Dreams where I was happy, and Romeo was back, and…
“Are you going to wake up anytime soon, sleepy head?”
I gasped and bolted upright, causing my head to pound and my heart rate to skyrocket.
“What are you doing here?” I gasped, scrambling off the bed toward him.
He caught me and pulled me into his arms, holding on tight as I soaked in the feel of him surrounding me again.
The smell.
God, I loved his smell.
I wanted to bottle it and wear it forever just to remind myself what it smelled like when I was so close to him.
The smell reminded me of everything I’d forgotten last night, including our talk and Romeo’s surprise arrival.
“Any way you would want to get up and cook for an angry mob of people?”
I blinked. “How many is in this angry mob? And do I get coffee and a shower first?”
“You get whatever you want,” Romeo promised. “As long as I’m capable of giving it, at least.”
I hummed in happiness.
“And to answer your other question, your family is here. Apollo and my sister are here. And the guys.”
“The guys?”
