36
Brooke
The most dramatic evening of my life, and I’d slept through the whole thing.
Although on balance, I had to be grateful for that. When I awoke, I was in Luca’s room at the Peninsula, nestled among a million pillows with his heavenly arms wrapped around me. And utterly mystified as to how I’d gotten there.
“Luca?”
He kissed me on the forehead, on the nose, on the lips. “Hey, sweetheart.”
“I don’t think I’m meant to be here. Aaron—”
“Is fine with it. We had a talk last night, and we agreed that I’m the best person to guard your body.” Another sweet kiss. “That’s a role I intend to take very seriously. How are you feeling?”
Honestly? “Like I got run over by a truck. I think I drank a little too much last night. I’m so sorry—I know I promised to be sensible.”
“You were sensib
