The two of us had been through hell and back together, and I’d learned early in life not to trust anyone except my brother.
Someone who trusted on instinct like Lauren was a unicorn in my world.
And honestly, I really had to doubt those instincts of hers.
I definitely wasn’t a trustworthy guy.
I was a cold, calculating bastard who had made financial success my entire world.
I’d never made the time to give a shit about anyone except Asher.
After I’d made it out of my childhood alive, I’d never wanted to be vulnerable again, and caring about anyone elsewouldmake me vulnerable.
Not once had I met anyone worth letting my guard down. The walls I’d meticulously built during my childhood had stayed firmly in place.
It was better that way.
I continued to watch Lauren sleep. She looked like an angel with her thick, abundant, blonde hair scattered over my pillow.
I smirked. Interesting, right? The devil and an angel in the same bed?
I stayed in the same position for hours.
Hell, I’d had all of the sleep I needed over the last thirty plus hours.
For some reason, it seemed more important to watch over Lauren for a while, the same way she’d watched over me.
Lauren
I woke up to the glorious smell of coffee.
I opened my eyes, immediately remembering that I was actually sleeping in Cole Remington’s bed.
I was shocked when I glanced at the clock and saw that it was after ten.
I’d slept like the dead.
I hadn’t awakened a single time during the night.
Cole was up; the covers on his side of the bed were flung aside like he’d gotten up in a hurry.
If he’s making coffee, he must be feeling better.
His fever had broken the night before, and he was probably over the worst of the flu.
Still, I wanted to check on him.
I tossed the covers aside regretfully because I’d just had an incredible night’s sleep in the most comfortable bed I’d ever slept in, including my own.
“Good morning,” Cole said in a deep, raspy baritone as he strolled into the bedroom. “Do you like a good latte?”
My entire body tensed, and my jaw dropped as I rudely stared at Cole.
Sweet Jesus!
What else could I dobutstare?
He’d obviously showered because his hair still looked damp, but he hadn’t really bothered to dress except for a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his tight rear like a second skin.
