“Nah, I was surprised she made it as far as she did.” I chuckled, thinking back to the other night. “She’s had several late evenings.”
“We need to help her more with the clinic,” Grey said.
I nodded. “And maybe get her a full-time assistant? Ma is doing everything she can, but she needs someone there every day.”
“Nina!” Nix suggested brightly, looking at our mate with a bright smile.
“That could work, they get along well. I’ll ask her tomorrow,” I told him, happy that I’d managed to think of this small thing to help her.
Grey narrowed his eyes at Nix and me, but we all turned back to the movie until it finished. We even watched the sequel, and Rowan was still sleeping. When the credits rolled on the second film, Nix got up from his seat, stretching, cracking his back loudly.
“Nope. I’m done. No more chairs. I’m going to bed. Have fun, Grey.”
In response, Grey threw a piece of popcorn at him as he left, but he didn’t make to get up.
I cocked a brow at Grey, smiling and the tiniest bit jealous, even though I’d had more of a taste of her than Greylen had. “You good, man? Need help carrying her to her room?”
He looked down at the delicate human passed out on his chest, reclining in one of the large movie seats with the leg rest up. Grey smoothed his fingers down her hair, a grin curling one side of his mouth.
“Nope. I’m great.”
Rowan
The last thing I remembered was curling up on the movie chair with Grey, and then I woke up the following morning wrapped around him.
My mind fought me as I slowly regained consciousness. My sleep had been deep and peaceful, the kind that one struggled to drag themselves out of. Gods, there was probably drool under my chin and creases on my face from the pillow.
Only, I wasn’t sleeping on a pillow.
My face was pressed against Grey’s chest, my legs wrapped around his. One of his arms was under my head, the other draped casually over my waist.
It turned out sleeping tangled with a dragon was optimal for a good night’s rest. Who would’ve thought?
“Morning,” he said in a rough, tired voice.
I looked up at him, biting my lip. “Crap, sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”
“I didn’t mind.” He stretched lazily. “I don’t know about you, but that was some of the bestsleep I’ve ever had.”
For a moment, I just chewed on my lip, trying to decide whether I should admit how well I’d slept too. Before I had come to North Oak my dreams had often been plagued by nightmares. Usually something to do with the unknowns in my past.
Grey, ever the gentleman, spoke instead. “We probably should go down for breakfast.”
Reaching over me, he plucked his phone from the small table next to the sectional and lifted it to his face. His brows shot up as he laughed, eyes wide, his chest rumbling against me.
“What’s so funny?” My stomach dropped, feeling self-conscious.
“Well, it looks like we missed breakfast. It’s nearly one in the afternoon.”
“What?” I screeched, jolting upright. “How on earth did I manage to sleep that late?”
Greylen stretched once again, yawning loudly. “You needed the rest, Rowan. You’ve been running yourself ragged, helping the horde.”
“I know I’ve been a bit nonstop, but they need my care. I’ll sleep when everything’s a bit better,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. At least what little sleep I had been getting had been good quality, devoid of nightmares.
I had a feeling that after the truth about Jenkins’s medication had been discovered, I was going to have even more patients. So many of them had been taking that crap for years, I needed to figure out if there were any long-term consequences.
Grey stood up after a moment, holding out his hand to me. “Come on, let’s go get some food. The least I can do is feed you.”
