Roman looked about ready to take her again when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Looking over to see who was calling. His jaw ticked. “It’s Peters.”
And just like that, the softness of the morning evaporated.
Roman grabbed the phone, rolling out of bed with a muttered curse. “Peters.”
Blair sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to her chest, the chill of the room suddenly more noticeable. Her skin prickled. Roman didn’t say anything right away, but she could tell from the stillness in his shoulders that it wasn’t good.
“Are you sure?” Roman’s tone had sharpened. “Yeah. Email it to me. Blair and I will watch it.”
He ended the call with a short swipe and just stood there for a second, his jaw locked so tight she could see the tension radiating off him.
Blair leaned forward, her stomac
