Kent did not sleep well. He had slept in his own bed at Riley’s insistence. She had demanded space from him to clear her head so she could focus on making the right choice. He didn’t really feel in a position to bargain with the woman who had saved his life and then felt betrayed by him, so he acquiesced to her demand.
Then he spent the night struggling to get comfortable, torn between the discomfort of his still bandaged arm and shoulder and Riley’s illness that pulsed through the bond all night. Pax had begged him to go to her, but Kent resisted. He knew it was not the time to push her. If she needed space, he would give her all the space he could, even if it pained him to do so.
He had asked for breakfast to be sent up and was sitting behind his desk sipping coffee when Riley walked
