They work. He used to have eight alters, but he was able to integrate five of them into his personality with the help of his doctors. But Simon believes the other alters won’t be going anywhere. Honestly, I don’t think he wants them to.” I drew in a steadying breath. “Are you done quizzing me now? I’m going to note it’s a little hypocritical of you to launch questions at me when you rarely answer mine.”
He closed the small distance between us, edging into my personal space. “Ask me a question. Any question. Just be sure you want the answer.”
There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask this man. There were so many things I wanted to know about him. I opened my mouth to speak, but then I snapped it shut.
Dane slanted his head. “What?”
“I don’t want to pry out of you something that you don’t want to share.”
Those pools of dark ink seemed to warm slightly. He very slowly bent his head and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth that made me all tingly and shocked me into silence because, hello, this was very un-Dane behavior. “You’re a far better person than I am, Vienna.” He sighed. “You once asked who Oliver was. He was my twin.”
I almost rocked back on my heels in surprise. “What happened to him?”
“He died when we were eight. Anaphylactic shock. He was severely allergic to bee stings. One stung him while he was playing in the backyard.”
Oh, God. How awful would it feel to lose your twin, someone who felt part of you? Maybe that was the source of the empty spot inside him.
The back of my throat began to ache. “Were you with him at the time?” I asked, my tone soft.
“No. I would have been, but …” He drew in a breath through his nose. “That’s another story.”
I worried my lower lip. “Thank you for telling me.”
He inclined his head. “Hungry yet?”
Rolling with the change of subject, I replied, “A little, but I’m not sure I can eat much.”
“What’s your go-to-feel-better meal?”
I pursed my lips. “Grilled cheese sandwiches.”
“Then sit. I’ll make you one.”
Chapter Twelve
I sank my head deeper into the pillow, so damn snug that I didn’t want to open my eyes. I’d long ago developed a habit of waking up ten minutes before my alarm went off. Which was annoying, really, because it felt like I’d been robbed of a further ten minute’s sleep. But I couldn’t shake the habit off, no matter how hard I tried.
I didn’t usually sleep well in a strange place—I found it difficult to settle. But I’d slept like a log last night. My new bed wasn’t just pretty, it was comfy as hell. And the pillows … God, the pillows were divine. Not too flat, not too soft, not too plump, just perfect.
I wondered if Dane would let me take the bed with me after the divorce. It wasn’t like he’d have any use for it.
Yawning, I forced my eyes open. I’d lowered the electronic shades, so the room was still dark. Fuck, I had electronic shades. And a walk-in closet. And antique furniture.
Not one thing in my life had prepared me for the eventuality that I’d be living with Dane Davenport—especially as his temporary wife. Just the same, nothing had prepared me for the realization that he’d furnished the room specifically to suit me.
I wasn’t reading anything into it. I didn’t think it meant he cared or something. I wasn’t delusional. I was just stunned. And grateful. Even a little touched, because—if nothing else—it meant he recognized how hard all this was for me, and he wasn’t ambivalent toward how I was feeling. For Dane, that was noteworthy. And almost enough to cheer me up after the break-in.
When my cell phone alarm finally went off, I hit the “snooze” option. Purely because I didn’t want to leave the bed. But, intent on not being late for work, I jumped up when the alarm went off a second time. Well, I didn’t quite “jump” up. It was more like I reluctantly edged out of bed with a petty moan.
In the gleaming private bathroom, I did my business and then made use of the walk-in-shower with its head-to-toe power jets. I also made a mental note to soak in the huge, claw-footed bathtub at some point.
Once I’d dried and styled my hair, I applied some makeup, pulled on my clothes, and headed downstairs. The place was so eerily quiet