“Jesus!”I shout, jerking back on the mattress.
“Morning,” he says, smiling happily.
“What time is it?”I croak.
“Just after eight.”
“What are you doing in here?”
“I brought you breakfast in bed.”
“Great,” I grumble.
“How are you feeling?”
“Just peachy.”
He sits on the edge of the bed, and I sigh, rolling up until I’m sitting next to him.
I know I’m being rude, but it’s the only way to keep him at arm’s length.It’s getting harder and harder to keep my guard up around him.A part of me wants to trust him, but then I remember all the men my mom trusted and how each of them broke that trust.
“I have to leave for my shift at the station.Miles and I will be back at five.Maybe we can grab dinner tonight.”
I grunt, taking the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast from him and setting it on the bedside table.
“Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m good.”
He nods and stands.I look up at him, and he hesitates.I can tell that he wants to say something else, but he changes his mind at the last minute and smiles.
“All right.I’ll see you tonight.”
He leans down, kissing my forehead before he heads out.I watch him go, then collapse back onto the mattress.
I have every intention of going back to sleep, but a minute later, Mabel bursts into my room.
“Morning!How’d you sleep?”she asks as she hops onto the bed beside me.
“Good.Why are we up so early?”
She grins.“It’s not that early.What did you want to do today?Are you feeling sore or anything?”
“No, I’m fine.”
She sits next to me, leaning against the headboard.
“Breakfast?”I drag myself up and reach for the plate, setting it on the bed between us.
“No, thanks.Miles fed me already.”
I grab a piece of bacon.“How are things between you two?”
“Amazing,” she sighs.“He’s perfect, Dillon.I swear he knows what I want or need before I do.”
“He seems like the perfect man,” I comment.
“He is.Dillon is, too,” she says, nudging me with her knee.
