I was curled up under the throw blanket that was usually draped over my reading chair when Sebastian entered our bedroom.
He paused for a split second before rushing over to me in surprise. “Ivy? You’re here?”
I blinked, as though sleepy. “What are you doing here?”
“I should ask you that.” He arched a brow. “You’re here napping? What happened to lunch?”
“My stomach was acting up,” I lied smoothly. “I had some of my stomach pills here, so I came here instead. I figure I would lie down and then head back home.”
Without a word, Sebastian took off his blazer, draping it over the chair where the throw blanket usually sat. He crawled in behind me, his warm hands rubbing slow, soothing circles on my belly.
“Is this helping? Do you feel any better, Ivy?”
I did. That was the problem. I coul
