I laugh as Kent plants me down on my side of the mattress and stands back, looking me over like I could have possibly been wounded or something. Even though it’s a little bit overkill, it’s nice to have him fuss over me.
“Are you all right?” he murmurs, sinking his hands into his pockets.
“I’m fine,” I say, unable to stop smiling as I pat the bed next to me. “Come to bed.”
“In a minute,” he murmurs, and then he starts to move around the room, setting things just the way he likes them. I watch as he checks the windows again, and then puts the gun back in its hiding place – strapped to the bottom of the desk, apparently – and then shuts off the lights before glancing towards the fireplace, clearly considering building a fire.
“It’s too late,” I say quietly, reaching a hand out for him, w
