Drake stood for a long time watching her sleep, her breathing easy and quiet. He stroked her hair gently. “My love, you are going to be the death of me.” As if his whispered words were heard, she frowned in her sleep, and he bent his head and kissed her pursed lips reassuringly.
He straightened at the sound of the outer office opening and he pulled a blanket down and covered her to her chin. He considered removing her glasses but knowing how much she disliked waking and being unable to focus, he left them there.
He moved to his desk and looked up in annoyance as his father and twin brothers stepped into the office space. “Father, Jess, Ollie, to what do I owe this pleasure?” He could see them looking closely at the woman on the sofa. “She’s tired so I made her sleep.”
“She’s a waif,” he
