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I peered around the bedrooo back to sleep There was no turning off the light either My stoone to bed without dinner I’d been too tired to eat

Okay, sitting in bed and shivering really didn’t accoo downstairs to our clean modern kitchen, and drink a hot cup of cha that didn’t look like a rat Possibly a cookie Cookies were as un-ratlike as you could get

I pulled the blanket back, put on a pair of yoga pants, and openedto see the cave walls

No cave No secret ene in the darkness Just the fa the hallway toward the kitchen The above-the-table laan sat at the table, a laptop open in front of hi on his chest His eyes were closed He dwarfed the chair He was so well proportioned it was easy to forget how big he was His shoulders were huge and broad, his chest powerful, his arms made to crush and rip his opponents

His hair wasn’t really long enough to be tousled, but it looked unbrushed and messy Dark stubble touched his jaw He’d lost so He was hu just like that, stretched out on a bed, as I clian in his off mode All of his titles--Prie--lay at his feet, discarded Only Connor remained, and he was so unbearably sexy

I could just turn around and go back the way I’d come, but I wanted hiht me that former soldiers could fall sleep anywhere, in any position And they didn’t react well to being surprised

"Rogan," I called froan, wake up?"

He awoke instantly, going from deep sleep to complete awareness in a blink, as if soarded me "Problems?"

"No"

I walked into the kitchen Electric kettle or single-use coffeemaker? Coffeemaker was faster I took a cup out of the cabinet, dropped the tea bag into it, and watched as the coffeemaker poured hot water over it

He checked his laptop "What are you doing up? I thought we agreed that you would rest"

"I had a nightmare" I extracted the jar of cookies froht it andhis shoulders, stretching slightly The chair couldn’t have been co?" I peeked at his laptop A shot of the video with the Suburban passing our Range Rover, ice frosting the road behind it Heto see soood at this sort of thing, you know," I told him

"I know" He pushed the laptop away Drowsiness still hid in the corners of his blue eyes

A cup of coffee sat in front of him I stole it

"I wasn’t finished with that"

"It’s cold I’ll war to drink You can’t eat cookies without a drink" I stuck theinto the microwave "Why aren’t you asleep on your air htmare?"

The microwave beeped and I took the cup out and placed it in front of hi scary aiting outside and then so to eat it"

I shuddered and sipped , but I didn’t care

"I’m sorry," he said

"It’s not your fault" I opened the plastic cookie jar, extracted a fat chocolate chip cookie, and offered it to hied it and bit into it

"Good cookies"

"Mhm" I broke my cookie in half and bit one piece There are tiar turns into medicine This was one of those times

"Did you make these?"

"Ha I wish It was probably Catalina I can’t cook"

He frowned at ood panini, but that’s about it The way I look at it, someone has to put the food on the table and someone has to cook it I’ at me oddly

"Can you cook, Mr I-Am-Prime?"

"Yes"