Helen’s POV
“Thank you for lunch or should I say dinner.” I heard Vincent whisper into my ear.
“You’re welcome, but it is probably cold now,” I mumbled as I tried to shake the sleep from my mind.
“It’s the thought that counts,” he said with a smile as he got out of bed and headed over to the coffee table and sofa.
“Glad you think that way,” I said as I got out of bed and joined him on the sofa.
I picked up a plate and started to take a bite. “Cold isn’t bad,” he told me.
I took the second plate and took a bite as well. “Not bad, but would probably taste better warm.”
We ate in comfortable silence. Once we were finished, Vincent draped his arm over my shoulders. “This is perfect,” he said with a happy sigh.
“Yes and I would hate to take away your peace,” I muttered as I went over t
