And I had all day with her.
???
The door creaked open and Ella poked her head in. I waved her over, flicking a glance at the time on my laptop. She’d slept for nearly three hours.
“Feeling better?”
She nodded.
“Can I help with any of the work?”
“No,” I said, closing the screen and pulling her toward me.“I’m almost finished. We can go outside once I am.”
“I haven’t really explored the area,” she admitted.
“The garden first,” I murmured.
I’d already chosen the spot I wanted to fuck her in. It only seemed fair that I came inside her and lubed her up before the others got home.
I was generous like that.
Chapter 50
Ella
Even though I was well rested, I still felt on edge.
I opened the wardrobe. The rail was crowded with clothes they’d bought for me—too many for someone who hadn’t chosen a single piece herself. Every other day, another parcel arrived. I crouched to look at the rows of shoes lined beneath.
I picked the plain black canvas pair with the fiery skull on the side. Those were definitely Nick’s.
It was a little sad that I was excited just to walk around the garden. I’d lived here for almost two months and hadn’t stepped into it once. I missed my lunch-break walks around the hospital grounds—those quiet loops that let me feel briefly untethered.
I sat on the edge of the bed and laced my shoes. The weather was warm. It felt like a waste not to use it while it lasted. Summer never lingered for long.
“Are you ready?” Rowan asked, stepping into the bedroom.
I finished tying the lace and nodded.
He wore a plain white T-shirt and black sweatpants.
“You look strange without a suit,” I said, standing.
“Do you want me to change?”
I smiled and shook my head.
It wasn’t until I was almost out of the room that he spoke again.
“Sometimes comfortable clothing makes it easier to fuck.”
The tension I’d been carrying eased instantly.
There was nothing insidious happening. Maybe the pill really was just a vitamin. Maybe they’d left me with Rowan so I could rest. Horny, I could handle. Homicidal—not so much.
He opened the front door, and I shielded my eyes as the afternoon sun spilled over us. It felt brighter than it should have. He closed the door behind us and slipped his hand into mine, setting an unhurried pace.
No rush.
