CHAPTER TWELVE
BethI expected Cyle to return to work as soon as my bowl was empty, so I ate as slowly as I could. Considering the chaos outside the room, it was selfish, but I couldn’t help it. I was craving his presence, couldn’t get enough of it.
I had no idea how or why he’d made me spaghetti Bolognese, but it was strangely soothing to eat some familiar food.
He held me tightly as if he was afraid I’d disappear. After two weeks of being pushed away every time I tried to get close, this was an unexpected turn of events. Now that I was sitting on his lap, I knew how hard he was under his kilt. In any other situation, I would have taken advantage of this position, but I was all too aware of how many people were relying on Cyle today. This was a short moment of quiet before we had to go
