“She fell asleep an hour ago and you are not going to wake her up. Mila needs her sleep, and we aren’t going to ruin it. She tried so hard to stay awake so she could see you, but ultimately, sleep won. You can talk to her in the morning.”
“She won’t like it if you don’t wake her up so I can say hi to her,” he grumbles.
“Then I will take the consequences of it, but we aren’t going to wake her up,” I repeat. “You can see her in the morning when she wakes up.”
“Did she agree to this?” he asks.
“To what?”
“To you being in charge of her while she stays here. She was supposed to stay with me the whole time.”
Sighing, I run my hands through my hair. “I’ve told her that I want to take care of her and be there for her. We did discuss that she will be sleeping at my cabin and has read over the contract several times. She knows what’s going on.”
“And she agreed?” he asks, sounding very skeptical.
“She did. She said I could. If she changes her mind while being here, I won’t force her to do anything. She knows if she wants to stay with you that all she needs to do is talk to anyone here.”
“Good. I don’t want you forcing anything on her.” He gives me a look.
“Aiden, when have I ever?” I ask, not finding it remotely funny.
“Never, but I wanted to make sure you hadn’t. I don’t mess around when it comes to Mila. She’s my sister and nothing will happen to her,” he declares.
“Understood, and if she does end up changing her mind—which I hope never happens—then you have free rein to do whatever you want to me,” I reply. “That is, if you can get to me before I do something to myself.”
He nods and I walk over to her side of the car, quietly opening the door.
“Anything else or can I bring her inside now?” I ask.
“Go on,” he says. “I’ll see you in the morning. Text me when she wakes up right away. I want to have breakfast with her.”
“Will do.”
Aiden walks off, and I carefully unbuckle Mila before gently touching her shoulder.
“I’m going to pick you up now,” I whisper. “I’m going to take you to your own room and let you sleep.”
I should get her to wake up so she can brush her teeth and go to the bathroom. Though if she’s anything like she was last night or this morning, I don’t think it’s going to work. But she hasn’t brushed her teeth in over a day, and I know she might want to.
“Mila, Little One. Can you hear me?”
Nothing.
Sighing, I pick her up gently and walk into my cabin. I’ll just make sure she brushes her teeth in the morning and keep a close eye on her after.
It doesn’t take me long to get to the spare bedroom and place her down, pulling the covers up to her chest.
“Good night, Little One,” I whisper, kissing her forehead before walking out.
Worry floods through me as I shut the door. Is she going to panic when she wakes up and doesn’t realize where she is? Should I stay in her room the whole night in case she does?
With that thought in mind, I quickly grab a chair from the living room and bring it into hers, sitting down and watching over her.
CHAPTER 10
MILA
Groaning, I roll over to my side and slowly open my eyes. Where am I?
