Roman
I watch Nina’s sleeping form snuggled under the blanket, her hair tangled and sprawled across my pillow. The sight of her there, in my bed, makes a strange warm feeling fill my chest.
“Warren’s here.” I place a light kiss on her shoulder. “I’ll be in the gym.”
“Have fun,” she mumbles into the pillow and continues sleeping.
Smiling, I get into my wheelchair and leave the room. She needs her sleep; we can continue where we left off later.
When I finish with my therapy session, Nina is still asleep, so I take a shower and go downstairs to my office. Maxim is already waiting for me, and by the look on his face, he has nothing pleasant to say.
“You need to invite the Albanians over, Roman. Soon.”
“Not happening.” I wheel myself behind my desk, power up my laptop, and start ru
