Chapter 10
The morning light sliced through Ethan’s floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the bedroom in harsh gold. I lay tangled in his sheets, body still humming from the way he’d held me last night—like I was the only thing anchoring him to the world. My ribs ached less today, my leg felt stronger in the boot, but the knot of fear in my chest hadn’t loosened.
Ethan emerged from the bathroom in nothing but dark boxer briefs, water still glistening on his broad shoulders and carved abs. He stopped at the edge of the bed, eyes dragging over me like he was memorizing every curve. “You look good in my bed, Lila. Dangerous.”
I pulled the sheet higher over my soft belly out of habit. “We need to talk about what happens when I go back to work full time. The rumors are already vicious. And your
