“Why didn’t I get a beer?” she asked.
He handed his can over to her. “Try it. If you like it, I’ll go get you one.”
He bit back a smile when her face contorted in disgust after taking a sip.
“I guess you don’t like it?” he asked when she handed it back to him and picked up her juice.
“It’s awful. How can you drink it?”
“I like the taste.”
She drank several large gulps of juice to get the taste of beer out of her mouth, he guessed.
“Start eating, sweetheart.”
Kyla ate a bunch of grapes, tiny carrots, crackers with cheese, slices of meat, and some berries before she leaned back and sighed.
“Are you sure you don’t want anymore?”
She shook her head. “I’m full.” She was quiet for a moment. “Have you talked to Ronin yet?” she asked. “We said we’d call him, right?”
He felt something tighten in his gut and could only surmise it was jealousy, and he’d never felt that before. After he cleared his throat, he tried to smile, lifted the tray, and stood. “I’ll take care of it. Go brush your teeth while I put this away. I’ll be to bed after I shower.”
“Hurry.”
“I will. Try to get some sleep.”
Twenty minutes later, he stood by the bed and stared down at the beautiful woman. His stomach twisted in anger that he’d almost messed this up because of his own fear. Now that he had her, he’d do whatever it took to keep her with him and happy.
He wanted to make her so happy she would never think of leaving him for Ronin. The only thing that settled him was that the guy was hours away from them.