“I think that every day,” she whispers, her lower lip trembling. “If it weren’t for Dr. Archibald, I would hate to think where I’d be. I owe him my life.”
A lot of people do, I silently reply.
Roman returns, looking at us carefully. We both wipe away our tears.
“Ready to get your ass whipped?” I tease, standing on tippy toes and wrapping my arms around his neck. Erin smiles before going back to work behind the table.
“I didn’t realize this was a race.” He smirks, a glimmer in his beautiful blue eyes.
“Let’s make things interesting,” I reply. “For twenty-four hours, the loser has to do everything the winner says.” I am suddenly determined to lose.
Roman hums, the sound resonating all the way to my center. “You know I don’t like to lose.”
“Well, neither do I,” I reply, snaring my bott
