Chapter Four
“We just ate breakfast two hours ago,” Bree laughed.
“Yeah, but I didn’t eat all day yesterday,” Blake said. “Besides I want real food.”
“Real food?” Bree asked c*****g her head to the side.
“Yeah, you know -- fresh food.”
“But I’m comfortable,” Bree laughed.
She curled back into Blake and rested her head on his chest.
“My pillow can’t just get up and walk away.”
“I could always carry you with me,” Blake grinned.
“I have to help Greg update the security system,” Bree frowned.
“I’ll be back,” Blake said.
“When?” Bree asked.
Blake kissed her forehead and smiled at her.
“I just found you. I’m not going to run away.”
“You should,” she laughed. “You should have run the other way when you saw me the first time. Then you wouldn’t have gotten shot.”
“I’ve had worse,” Bl
