Melanie.
Present day. Same night…
I roll in bed and I hit something warm, solid. I snuggle. I belong with it.
"If you keep nestling in like that, we might have that baby sooner than you think and I'd be off your hair in no time."
The deep, familiar, throaty rumble of that voice and my senses wake. Malachi. I raise myself on my elbows, locking my eyes on him. He isn't even watching me, he's sitting upright, his eyes closed. His head resting casually against the headboard.
He's wearing navy blue joggers, under the soft light. I flick my eyes to the clock, it's 10pm.
"I slept?" I ask, weakly.
"Yup. You needed it." He fills in, finally opening his eyes.
His intense gold eyes lock on mine and I swallow, recalling the look he gave me today, when Regan was insistently calling. It was like Malachi's gold eyes saw through my lie. I felt guilty.
I was shocked Regan had my number. Said he memorized it from the file I handed to him the day Rolle encountered him in my office.
