Cade came out of his room bursting with energy, like a kid who’d just been promised a trip to Disneyland. He couldn’t sit still. One leg bounced. His phone lit up every two minutes. He checked it, pocketed it, and checked it again.
I leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. “Alright. Spill. What did you do?”
He smirked, maddeningly smug. “Patience, Mira.”
Patience. It might as well have been a foreign language to Cade Reeve. He's the least patient man alive. I watched him practically vibrate in place, and I had to press my lips together to hide my grin.
Then his phone rang. He glanced at it, nodded, and shot to his feet in one quick motion.
Before I could get a word out, he scooped me up in bridal style.
“Cade! What the hell are you doing?”
“Room arrest.” His grin stretched wider. “N
