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“Tell me,” I prodded him.

“I thought it would be horrible to tell someone, that the other person would scream or yell, call him names, suggest I see a shrink or something… but you didn’t act like I was damaged. I appreciate that more than you know.”

I chuckled. “Oh, you will see someone, I’ll make sure of it. And heaven help your father if we ever cross paths, because I will gut him, and I’m faster than I look.”

He clutched me tighter. “I know you’re fast; Graeme told me. But you’ll never see my father. He has a whole new family. The only thing he wanted, after he disinherited me, was my trust fund. I heard that when he found out how much it was, he nearly passed out.”

“You heard?”

“We haven’t spoken since he left. My attorney told me.”

“Wasn’t your father the one who set up your trust fund in the first place?”

“No, my grandfather. And along with the trust, which I’ve had access to since I was eighteen, specific businesses were put in my name once I came of age that my father had no control of.”

“So you’re telling me he was angry.”

“From what I was told, far more than angry.”

“Could he sue you for ownership of the businesses?”

“No. They’re owned by the trust, and it’s all been ironclad since I was born.”

“Even though he has money, he still begrudges you yours.”

“I have more than he does.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Your mate is a rich man, and I keep it because I don’t go around buying yachts and homes all over the world, and I don’t buy jewelry, though I have a few pieces, and may I say something completely off topic?”

It was fun that his mind jumped around. I was a fan and smiled in the dark. “Please.”

“This is, without question, the most comfortable pillow I’ve ever used in my life.”

“Right? I’m a side sleeper. Are you?”

“At times. Right now, I’m enjoying being on my back with you draped over me.”

“Well, either way, it’s a marvelous pillow. Lots of support for your neck and head.”

“I can tell,” he said with a soft chuckle. “And, bonus, it smells like you.”

“Oh? You like how I smell?”

“You have no idea.” He inhaled deeply.

We were both quiet for a few moments.

“You can roll back over if you’re more comfortable facing the door,” I told him.

“No. You’re holding me. And plus, your home is so warm that all I can sense, anywhere, is you.”

“And to me, it smells like you, which made everything better.”

“I made everything better?”

“You did.”