Fiona gave a soft laugh. "Zane was just here. That doesn't bother you?"
For the briefest instant, Cedric went still. Then his expression smoothed out, as if nothing had happened. "You know I want you anyway," he said gently.
Then he leaned in closer.
Fiona lifted a hand and pressed it lightly against his forehead, stopping him before he could come any closer. "I'm tired."
The color drained from Cedric's face for a moment. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but before he could, Fiona had already risen from the bed and headed for the bathroom.
The message was clear. Nothing else was happening tonight.
Cedric stayed where he was, staring at the closed bathroom door as his fingers slowly curled into a fist.
The second the door shut behind her, the softness vanished from Fiona's
