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“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say. “So, you’re the kind of guy who uses his head. I like that.” My cheeksburned.
He reached out and rubbed my arms with his hands. “Yeah. I use my head, but something tells me my heart is about to get a workout andahalf.”
I stared up at him through my lashes. “Youthinkso?”
“Definitely.” Harry leaned close and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Now I need to feed you before you drop fromhunger.”
“I don’t even know what I want to eat. I’m so tired. This has been a day,” I murmured as I let my head lean on hischest.
“Then let me take care of you.” Harry held me more tightly. “I’ll make sure you don’tregretit.”
I wanted to tell him it was early to make such a proclamation, but when he pulled me around the corner into the living area, I found he’d set up a veritablebuffet. “How?”
“Room service. You can get pretty much whatever you want as long as you’re willing to pay for it.” He shrugged. “Sometimes it pays to be abillionaire.”
I shrank back. “Do you think to impress me with your wealth? If anything, that turnsmeoff.”
Harry blew out a breath. “I don’t know why I said that. I guess I wanted you to know I was financially secure. I guess I thought you might find it a little attractive. Most girls do, I’veheard.”
My brow furrowed. “You’ve heard? Youdon’tknow?”
“You’ve seen my traveling companions, my best friends since childhood.” He sighed as he began to pull the lids off the various plates covering the coffee table. “Won’t you have a seat?” He gestured to the couch, but I sat on the floorinstead.
“Continue,” I urged. Somehow, I had begun to think we might have more in common than Iexpected.
“Ty, Mr. George, was the handsome, witty, playboy billionaire. Every woman we ever met was drawn to him. He could’ve been truly terrible, but instead, he was a gentleman.” Harry passed me silverware and a napkin. “Helpyourself.”
“Thank you,” I murmured as I eyed the Frenchtoast.
Obviously, he noticed because he pushed it closer to me, along with the bowl filled with scoops of butter and the small warm pot of syrup. “It’s allyours.”
“Tell me more. I want to know you.” Then I averted my eyes because…whosaysthat?
Harry sat beside me. “Okay. I’m not that interesting. Ty was the one the ladies wanted. Drew was the one they settled for. After all, he was fun. I was the tokenginger.”
“Nah. You’re more than that.” I stuffed a bite of the French Toast in my mouth and moaned. When I glanced at him, Harry wore a funny look on hisface. “What?”
“Are you always like this?” Hegrinned.
“Like what?” I turned my attention back to my plate and prepared to scarf downmorefood.
“You just seemsoreal.”
I laughed. “Oh,I’mreal.”
“So direct.” He raked his fingers through hisbeard.
“I’m direct.” I snickered. “I’ve been told that’s one of my worstqualities.”
“I like it. I hope you’ll always be that way with me.” Harry leaned over and planted a kiss on mytemple.
“Careful what you wish for,” Iteased.
9
Harry
I’m prettysure it was the best and worst sleep ever. My phone woke me and I realized I was sitting on the floor with my back against the couch and Laney draped across my lap. I vaguely remembered moments where my head would flop back on the cushion and when my neck began to ache, I’d lift my head again until it rolled around on my chest. This cycle was repeated again and again for the few hours we actually slept. Apparently, I managed to hit snooze at least once, but the incessant ringing of my phone wokeLaney.
