“I just want you to know that I know you’re different,” I say instead. “Special. And that makes this—” —I gesture between us— “Special. Whatever happens. I want you to know that.”
“I do,” she says in a hesitant voice. “You’re nothing like the guys I’ve been involved with. That is a very good thing.”
“I hate them all,” I growl.
“My knight in shining armour.”
“Prince Charming,” I correct.
Fiona has a pensive expression on her face. “I really hope you believe that, because that’s whatI’mstarting to believe.”
She sits up to kiss me before I can think of what to say.
Chapter Twenty
Fiona
Ican’twaittotell Bexley.
But I won’t tell her all of it, because a lot of it belongs to me and Mase. The way his body feels like when it hovers over mine; how his kisses taste; the way he kisses my fingers with a misty expression in his eyes that’s a lot like… love?
I don’t know how it happened, but I fell in love with Mase Stirling.
I’m in love with Mase Stirling, and it’s as wonderful as all the romance novels say.
I’ll tell him tomorrow.
I’ll tell him that I love him.
Mase
Onceagain,Iwakeup before Fiona.
For a moment, I don’t realize where I am. The last two nights—or rather last night and yesterday morning—blend together. Soft sheets; the soft body of Fiona curled up beside me; the pleasurable aches that mean I was treated very well.
I hope Fiona feels she was treated just as well. I seem to recall her saying something along those lines.
Her breathing changes like she’s aware I’m watching her, and she rolls onto her back without waking.
I can tell she’s not awake because her breathing deepens with a few soft snores thrown in.
She snores when she sleeps on her back. It’s adorable.
This woman can do no wrong, at least not for me.
We stayed in her room all night, muffling our laughter when we heard the door of the suite open, as voices outside her room wondered aloud if Fiona was awake. If David had known I was in there with her, I’ve no doubt we would have gotten a knock on the door.
He would have gotten a surprise because once I figured out how to take off Fiona’s bodysuit, it stayed off. Along with most of the covers on the bed; the duvet is still lumped on the floor at the end of the bed, but Fiona gathered the sheet to pull over us as she curled against me for warmth.
She pulled on my Twins practice shirt to sleep in. I would have preferred the au naturel look, but there’s time to convince her that naked is a much healthier way to sleep.
Today, there’s no headache marring my morning and no real reason I need to be awake so early. The flight doesn’t leave for Toronto until after lunch and—
Fiona will be on that flight.
I stare unseeing into the dark room. Fiona’s room has no windows, and I feel like I’m inside a black box, with only her breathing beside me to remind me I’m not alone.
I don’t want to be alone.