Chapter Eleven
In the morning, Orla surfaced. She stirred and muffled into his chest, asking for coffee. He obliged, then sat on a chair waiting for the caffeine to jolt her system.
“You were wrong about the dinner date,” Lorcan said.
“Huh?”
“Madeline took her backpack with her. We got her conversation with Ciaran LeBlanc along with some interesting activities.”
Orla’s eyebrows arched up, and the memory came back to her. “You drugged me!”
“Drugged is a strong word. I only meant to soothe your nerves. You took it like a drug because you’ve been overtaxing your system.”
“You drugged me,” she repeated and whacked him with a pillow.
Lorcan raised him arms up. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. But you missed out on quite a bit while you were asleep.”
“What?”
“You were wrong
