What's wrong? I thought with a hysterical kind of shrillness.You were cuddling me. Dr. Rook does not exactly scream "cuddle bug."I cleared my throat. "Uhm, I think Pumpkin needs milk."
He blinked a few times, sighed, and then finally removed his arm. "I can do it."
I looked at him like his hair had turned to fleece. "Huh?"
"I can do it. I can never get back to sleep after I wake up, anyway." He reached around me, swirling the smell of his cologne and skin over my sleepy awareness, and then he pulled a knit throw off the back of the couch and over me. It smelled like him, too. I shouldn't have liked that, but clearly, I'd lost all semblance of sanity some time ago."Go back to sleep. I'll figure out the milk thing."
"Are you sure?" I was already lying back down, coaxed by pressure from his hand on my arm.
He slid a pillow under my head. "I'm sure. And it's the weekend, so I'll try not to wake you."
"Who are you?" I asked suspiciously, peeking one eye open at him. Sleep pulled it closed again almost immediately.
He didn't answer right away, and it was just long enough for me to drift back under the silk of sleep. But then I heard his voice, far away and tinged with confusion. "Tangled."
I was pretty sure I'd dreamed that, though.
Chapter fourteen
Knox
Rule #13: Keep Cell Phones on Silent.
Frost:
I need an update on Trapgate.
Spencer:
I offered to take the trap off his hands. He declined.
Frost:
Sounds awfully territorial.
Rook:
My house is literally my territory.
Spencer:
He almost shoved his whiskey sour down my throat.
Rook:
In your case, silence would be an improvement.
Frost:
eye emojiI'm sensing tension here, gentlemen.
Rook:
No tension. I have a new lawyer, and plans are in place. Problem solved.
Reed:
I leave for one week, and my friend goes rogue. What lawyer? What plan?
