When Lucas and Rose finally got home, the house was quiet and dim, and the air felt heavy from the long day. Rose didn’t even make it past the driveway. The moment the car stopped, her head dropped against the seat, and she was out cold. Her lashes trembled a little, but she didn’t move again.
Lucas stared at her for a moment, a small frown pulling at his brow.
“You really shouldn’t be sleeping off in the car, Rose,” he murmured, opening the door.
She mumbled something he couldn’t understand, her voice soft and tired, not even trying to open her eyes. She looked smaller when she slept, almost weightless.
Lucas slipped an arm under her legs and another around her back, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing.
“Are you even eating well? You don’t weigh anything,” he said unde
