“Really? And who did you decideon?”
She slowly rubs my thighs with the tips of her fingers. “Me. I’m going to be on the cover. I got the idea from Daniella, Antonio Michaels’wife.”
“You? Oh baby, that’s brilliant. Your beautiful face deserves to be on that cover—well, on any magazinereally.”
“I’m pretty excited.” She lets out a smallchuckle.
“Yeah, you say you’re excited, but I still think something is bugging you,” I say, hoping she’ll openup.
“I won’t be completely happy until everything is finalized. Including the fate of theALLMecampaign.”
I rub her head. “Don’t, worry, babe. It’ll all workout.”
After our bath,Lauren climbs into bed, and sips on the cup of chamomile tea I prepared for her. Then I rub her head as she falls asleep, her head resting on my lap. And when she has completely dozed off, I slip out of the room, take Truffles outside to handle his business, watch the local news, then lock up thevilla.
When I climb into bed next to my sleeping beauty, she wakesup.
Lauren grabs hold of my face, kisses my lips, and murmurs, “Make love tome.”
So I do. And God, does it feelgood.
