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It made for an eclectic but homey mix. One that enabled Star to sink back into the cloud of cushions and actually look comfortable for once.
She’d sat with her spine straight all dinner, and it was only now that I saw her slouching that I remembered how infrequently I’d seen her like this and never so stiff.
She’d been hyperaware at dinner—on red alert.
Now, she wasn’t.
Something she confirmed when she breathed, “I’m tired, Conor.”
“I told you—we can reconvene tomorrow. I’m seriously jet-lagged, so—”
“No, you don’t understand. I’mtired. I have been tired for years.” There was a weariness in her usually blank expression that backed up her words. “It feels like even if I sleep, it never eases up my exhaustion.”
I was a confident man in most things, but I had to admit, Star made me more hesitant than I was used to being.
It was pretty annoying, to be honest.
If she hadn’t had the past she did, I’d have grabbed her and dragged her to bed. I’d have tucked her in and—
I sucked in a breath.
I could still do that.
I wasn’t taking this anywhere, not yet.
She needed sleep.
I wanted to take care of her.
I just needed not to earn a broken wrist in the process.
Striding toward her, I gently grasped a hold of her elbows and tugged her onto her feet.
“What are you doing?” she grumbled as I snagged the bag of candy, tossed it on the coffee table, then urged her toward the bedroom.
“No more sugar for you. We’re going to rest tonight and then, tomorrow, we’ll talk about game plans and what needs to be done,” I repeated as I walked her backward.
Her gaze tracked mine as I maneuvered her around the suite, and, with every step I took, she stunned me by mimicking me.
When we were standing in her bedroom, I asked, “Do you need a shirt?”
The idea of her wearing my clothes was going to make sleep hell.
And heaven.
Was her being naked better or worse for the wet dreams I was about to have as if I were a teenager again?
Her mouth opened. Closed. “It’s okay. I can go to sleep in the robe in the bathroom.”
My T-shirt was the best option.
“Would that be comfortable?” I countered, trying some reverse psychology on her.
Slowly, she shook her head.
“Wait here,” I warned her. “Don’t. Move.”
Her brow furrowed as she watched me back away.
