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“What day is it?” I mumble, having lost any track of time.
“Friday. And before you ask, I checked up on Mila an hour ago. She’s having the time of her life. Agatha is spoiling her.”
I feel his eyes on me. “I wasn’t going to ask but thank you for telling me.”
His hands falter making me open my eyes.
He is giving me a strange look. “Why not?”
“Because I trust you with her. And I also know the kind of people Agatha and Ian are. You would never give her to someone you wouldn’t trust with your own life.”
He stills. “That’s a lot of confidence you have in me.”
“When it comes to Mila, I do.” The unspoken part of the statement hangs in the air.
When it comes to me, I am not so sure.
His hand moves to my foot, a gentle hold, and I ask, “Why did you look after me? You could have gone home. You could have asked Ron to come back early from his art show. You could have let me handle this alone.”
“Because I wanted to,” he replies, simply.
“I know I’m being an asshole to you,” I mutter. “Stop being so nice.”
The delight in his eyes transforms his entire look, and in a gesture that nearly steals my breath, he leans down and kisses my foot. “I adore you when you’re being an asshole to me. You’re my little rebel.”
“I’m not going to sleep with you, Zayn.” My eyes move over his face as he gives me a lazy smile, his thumb circling over a spot on my foot. “I’m not going to make it so easy for you.”
The words are out of me before I can stop them and instead of deliberately picking up on the fact that I graduated from ‘we are never going to happen’ to ‘I’m not going to make it easy for you,’ he simply grins. “I would have it no other way. Chasing you is half the fun. Besides—” His smile is wicked. “—I’m playing for keeps this time.”
9
Zayn
Eve finally fell asleep, a grumpy look on her face.
Her fever may have subsided but she was still weak and tired.
Dr. Haseeb gave me a disapproving look, sourcing undue stress as a cause for the fever.
Ron tried to cancel his gallery showing, wanting to stay, but I stopped him from doing so. I didn’t know the man that well but I felt partly responsible for what happened to Eve and I could take care of my own woman.
Ron didn’t like the idea, but his boyfriend urged him to go ahead with the showing.
Mark Fallon is an interesting character. And I decide to keep an eye on him.
The man rubs me the wrong way.
There is something in his eyes, something I don’t like.
I stare at Eve’s sleeping form, lost in thought.
It is almost as if Mark wears a person suit over his true self.
His affection for the rambunctious Ron seems real enough though.
And he seems to be pretty attached to my daughter.
But there is still something about him that makes me wary.
