“You set up all my stuff.”
Or had I read that wrong? Did Sully do it? It did seem a bit more characteristic for someone like him. I mean, the guy had set up a whole date night full of craft stations for his girl because she liked doing crafty things.
But no.
No, Sully had come up too quickly and headed out to do something with Voss and Valen.
There was no way he could have done all of that so quickly.
“My fault you’re stuck in a fucking basement.”
“No one is blaming you,” I reminded him. “Least of all me. But thank you. It looks a million times more cozy. I appreciate it.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Well, it’s something to me. I’m thanking you. So accept my gratitude, you pain in the butt.”
I got a smile for that.
Probably because I said ‘butt’ instead of ‘ass,’ but either way, it was a good look on his face.
“Goodnight, Perish.”
“’Night, Gracie.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Perish
I planned to stay in the glass room all night.
It was my damn aching back that had me deciding to climb down, grab some medicine and some pillows, then head back up.
I sucked in a deep breath when I reached the bottom of the ladder, meaning to steady myself.
The problem? The whole basement smelled like Gracie’s coconut scent. So strongly that she had to have applied a fresh coat to her body.
That knowledge, of course, gave my mind things to think about.
That bare body of hers, her hands sliding all over it…
My cock twitched, and I debated going back up into the glass room and just suffering.
But I found myself moving forward, advancing toward the steps.
When a little cry had me stopping short, my heart accelerating, my hands curling into fists, ready to pummel anyone who might be hurting Gracie.
But she wasn’t being attacked.
Of course she wasn’t.
The gate was closed, and there were half a dozen guards walking the grounds. No one was getting in.
No.
Gracie was alone and unharmed.
Except for whatever was going on in her dream that was making her cry out and move around in her sleep.
