Troy
I didn’t relish sleeping in the bed with a woman who was not my mate. With cameras up, we couldn’t risk anything looking suspicious, so when we slipped into bed together, I pulled the covers up to my chin to hide the fact that I’d created a little sheet barrier between us.
There was discomfort for Lunessa as well. She held herself so stiff and still in the bed. I had a feeling she’d never shared her night with another man.
London would be pleased.
We slept fitfully, and by the time the sun rose, I was already awake and pacing in the small room. With a yawn, she sat up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just worried. How did you sleep?” I sat on the edge of the bed, my back to the camera, and let the pretense in my expression drop just a little.
