“C’mon, wake up,” Milo says once more, kissing my shoulder.
“I’m awake, I already told you that,” I grumble into my pillow.
“Your eyes are closed, Prue.”
“You cannot prove that.”
He laughs, poking my forehead. “Come on, Killer. Rise and shine.”
“Dad hasn’t called yet, why would I get up?”
“Actually, your dad told me to tell you that you can have today off.”
Thatgets me to open my eyes. I find Milo, hovering over me, sporting a crooked smirk and tousled hair. “Milo…Did you sneak out of my bed and talk to my father this morning?”
“Yep.”
“To what? Let him know the good news? Raise the flags, the king’s daughter has been deflowered!” I laugh, exasperated just the same.
“What?” He laughs. “No! Cool it, weirdo.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I just bumped into him, that’s all.”
I sit up, nearly knocking him off the bed as I fight to cover myself with the sheet. “Bumped? Was he in here?”
“No.” He sits up, crossing his arm over my lap and resting hisfist next to my hip to support his weight. “No, I went over to the main house to make sure everyone was okay.”
“All right…And?”
“What?”
“Well, was everyone okay?”
“Yeah,” he answers. “I’d have told you otherwise.”
I lean back against my headboard, eyeing him skeptically. “You’renottelling me something, though…. What else have you been up to on this early-morning adventure of yours?”
Milo reaches to pull yet another invisible pin out of the pillow behind me but I stop him before he can put it into our corkboard, grabbing his wrist in a tight hold. “We’ve got to stop doing that.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me,” he mumbles, pretending to toss the pin aside.
“Milo…What is it? No more secrets.”
“I just went to check in, I swear,” he says, placing a hand on his heart. “And you’re not hearing the good news, clearly. We”—he smirks devilishly, his hand bunching the fabric of the sheet against my waist—“haveallday”—he leans in, kissing me softly just once as he begins to pull the sheet off me—“to dowhateverwe’d like.”
“Nothing on for you today?” I ask, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up over my chest.
“Nope,” he says, popping thepas he attempts to tug the sheet free from my grasp.
“You’re sure? Nik’s all set?”
“We’re waiting on a small delivery but other than that, we’re ready for Friday. I even took the liberty of booking us a band.”
I stop him from kissing me with a disingenuous glare. “Please don’t tell me—”
“I hired your dad and John, yes,” he interrupts, smirkingwickedly. “I didn’t exactly make them audition…should I be worried?”
“You aresucha kiss ass!”
“Yeah, well, sue me. I have a thing for his daughter,” Milo says, leaning in to kiss my neck. “Who isapparentlyplaying hard to get right now…”
