Page 79 of My Fallen Saint

Chapter Twenty-Four

Iwake to the scent of coffee, then push myself up, taking the sheet with me for modesty, which is ridiculous considering everything we’ve done the last two days.

“Good morning,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding the mug for me.

I take the mug. “This is a nice way to wake up,” I say, before taking a sip.

“I wanted to warn you that Anna’s out there. In case you were going to come out in a robe. Or without a robe,” he adds with a sly grin.

“Glad you told me,” I say airily. “I might have been tempted to. I think we wore out the bed. Probably time to try something sturdier. Like a countertop.”

He tugs the sheet down, exposing my breasts. Then he lightly teases my nipple, making me go soft and needy all over. “You think you’re teasing…”

“I’m not,” I assure him. “And what happens in Vegas,” I trill, making him laugh.

He rises. “Come out if you want, but feel free to stay hidden away. But right now, I need to finish signing my name to at least a dozen pieces of paper, then deal with a few other minor crises.”

I nod, and when he leaves, I decide to get decent and go out. I’m not sure why, except that it seems rude not to since she obviously knows I’m back here.

She looks up when I enter wearing the DSF Tee I’d taken from Devlin’s drawer and my comfy leggings.

“Good morning,” she says, with that bright smile. “I hope we didn’t wake you with all our talking.”

“Not at all,” I say. “And I won’t disturb you. I just came for a refill.” I hold up my mug, then move around them to get to the coffee maker. As I do, I notice that the door to my bedroom is wide open—and the bed very obviously not slept in.

Which means that Anna knows I shared a room with Devlin. And Devlin doesn’t seem to mind that she knows.

And that, I think, means that it’s not that unusual an occurrence. Her coming to his hotel room to brief him in the morning. Her finding a woman in his room—and in his bed.

The thought doesn’t sit well, and I mumble something about going to take a shower.

“Oh, wait,” Anna says, as Devlin eyes me, tugging on his beard in that way I’ve noticed he does when he’s pondering something.

“I’m heading out, too. But before you go, I had an idea. Since you missed dinner last night, why don’t we try again tonight before the flight?”

“Great idea,” Devlin says before I can reply. “But I lined up an interview for Ellie’s article. And we’ll be driving back after. We still haven’t had the chance to talk in-depth about how I created the DSF. I thought we could do that on the road.”

Anna’s smile is a little too bright, but there’s not a hint of irritation in her voice when she says, “Not a problem. Well, I should run. I’ll see you downstairs soon,” she tells Devlin, then snaps her folio shut before heading out.

“Were you two finished?” I ask, as the door closes behind her.

“Not quite, but nothing we can’t wrap up downstairs. It’s almost ten. She probably has an appointment. The woman runs her calendar with an iron fist.”

“Speaking of calendars, what interview?”

“Ah, a very in-depth one,” he says, coming over and putting his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the counter with mischief dancing in his eyes. “With opportunities to push boundaries. Dig deep. Explore unknown territories.”

“Sounds like Pulitzer Prize kind of work,” I say, making him laugh.

There’ve been too many of these moments over the last two days. Knowing glances. Shared laughs. And, damn me, I cherish every one of them. They fuel my soul even though I know we’re having way too much fun with each other. Because it’s just going to make it hurt more when it ends.

But I’m not going to let myself think about that.

“And this bit about driving back?”

He lifts one shoulder in a casual shrug. “I figure if I rent the car in Vegas, it’s extra-territorial jurisdiction. We’re still in Vegas until we leave the car. Therefore, our arrangement stands.”

“What a devious man you are. I assume you’re getting a rental with a roomy back seat.”