I sucked in a breath.
I could still do that.
I wasn’t taking this anywhere, not yet.
She needed sleep.
I wanted to take care of her.
I just needed not to earn a broken wrist in the process.
Striding toward her, I gently grasped a hold of her elbows and tugged her onto her feet.
“What are you doing?” she grumbled as I snagged the bag of candy, tossed it on the coffee table, then urged her toward the bedroom.
“No more sugar for you. We’re going to rest tonight and then, tomorrow, we’ll talk about game plans and what needs to be done,” I repeated as I walked her backward.
Her gaze tracked mine as I maneuvered her around the suite, and, with every step I took, she stunned me by mimicking me.
When we were standing in her bedroom, I asked, “Do you need a shirt?”
The idea of her wearing my clothes was going to make sleep hell.
And heaven.
Was her being naked better or worse for the wet dreams I was about to have as if I were a teenager again?
Her mouth opened. Closed. “It’s okay. I can go to sleep in the robe in the bathroom.”
My T-shirt was the best option.
“Would that be comfortable?” I countered, trying some reverse psychology on her.
Slowly, she shook her head.
“Wait here,” I warned her. “Don’t. Move.”
Her brow furrowed as she watched me back away.
Less than five minutes later, whistling beneath my breath, I returned with a T-shirt for her.
Her hands were fisted at her sides and she was scowling with annoyance. “I don’t like being bossed around.”
“Do you boss Katina around when she won’t go to bed and she’s tired?”
“Yes.”
“Well then,” I pointed out. “This is precisely like that.”
“It is not,” she argued. “I’m not ten.”
“I’m not going to do anything or take this anywhere, Star. You’re safe with me.
“I’m going to put you to bed and you’re going to sleep in here and I’m going to return to my room and sleep in there.
“But, before then, I need to make you comfortable. So, arms up.”
Her mouth rounded but, like the good little soldier she could sometimes be, her arms slipped upwards.