When Nick spoke, his voice was gentle. “I get that it’s weird. I do. But the sofa isn’t very comfortable, and you need to rest. It’s just for a few hours.”
“But – don’t you need to sleep too? I mean, you’ve been up all night…”
“I’ll take the sofa.”
“But you just said it’s not comfortable.”
“Mia. I think that the person who has been drugged and has a head injury and stitches should get the comfy bed, and the person who is totally fine should get the crappy sofa.”
She looked at him and blinked. Then, to his complete surprise, she giggled, a sound so damn adorable that he had to respond. A rare real smile spread across his face, and he felt relief at her resilience.
“Yeah, OK,” she said. “I think you have a valid point.”
“Thank you. Now, come on.”
His bedroom was small and decidedly m
