Tabitha’s POV
I wake up to the scent of something warm and savory. When I look at the bedside table, I find a tray with a plateful of toast, eggs, bacon, pancake, and a glass of orange juice. The pancake still looks piping hot and the butter on top has barely melted.
Huh, who brought breakfast to my room?
I glance at the door and realize, with a pinch of embarrassment, that I forgot to lock it last night. Okay, I seriously need to work on that. Still, the breakfast tray is kind of a sweet gesture, especially since I can barely put weight on my sprained ankle.
I stare at the plate, wondering who might’ve left it here. My thoughts drift to the Aldair brothers. I remember their eerie calmness from last night, the way they just accepted the fact that we are mated. But I shake the thought a
