Taking On The Billionaire (Redhawk Reunion #1) - Robin Covington Page 0,36

to bed for you.”

“Bossy.” Tess took the pill, glaring at him as he disposed of the food and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

“Bed.” He held out his hand, shocked that she took it so quickly but going with it. He led her down the hallway and to her bed, then pulled back the comforter and helped her slide between the sheets. Adam tucked the covers around her, smiling down at the goofy, sleepy grin on her face.

“You changed my sheets.”

“Uh-huh. Nobody likes to get into a bed with dirty sheets when they’re sick.”

“Adam.” She started to argue with him but the yawn that racked her body took out any of the sting in the tone of that one word. “Don’t get used to this. You’re not the boss of me.”

“Yeah, well, I think you need someone to boss you around sometimes.”

“Adam, don’t psychoanalyze me.” Tess reached out and pushed the hair off his forehead, letting her finger trail down his nose, across his lips. He reached up and grabbed her hand, kissing the tips of her fingers.

“I’ve got you figured out a little, Tess. Neither one of us likes to let people take care of us but we spend most of our time taking care of everybody else.” He kissed her fingers again, then gently tucked her hand underneath the covers, taking a moment to press a kiss to her forehead and then the tip of her nose. “Let me do this. I promise we’ll never speak of it again. It will be our secret.”

She nodded, her lids already heavy with fatigue as she snuggled down under the covers.

Adam leaned down one more time, pressing a kiss to her hair, breathing in the unique and completely addictive scent of Tess. She was argumentative, stubborn, difficult and the most frustrating woman he’d ever met but he couldn’t shake her. He wanted to know all of her secrets and to create a million more that were just between them.

And for some reason, those thoughts didn’t scare him as much as he thought they should.

Eleven

“Tess, why is there a strange, hot dude in your chair?”

Tess struggled against the weight of sleep and weariness and medication to get to the surface and answer the voice that accompanied the hand currently shaking her shoulder. She wiped a hand across her eyes, clearing away the gritty layer on her lashes and blinking into the pale light sneaking through the slats in her blinds. She stretched a little, testing out her body, and assessed that she didn’t feel one hundred percent but she did feel much better than yesterday.

“Tess, are you okay? Is that Adam Redhawk?” Mia’s face came into focus, her expression filled with equal doses of concern and curiosity.

“Mia, what are you doing here?” It was the middle of the semester and it was uncommon for her sister to make a trip home so close to midterms.

“I came home to get some quiet to study and found an expensive-as-shit-car in the driveway, you out cold in bed and him over there.” Mia pointed to the oversized chair across from her bed and to the man currently sprawled out on it.

Adam’s large frame made the chair look small and very uncomfortable. He was slumped down onto the cushions, his long legs spread out before him, a too-small throw blanket tucked up under his chin. His hair was a mess, falling over into his face and obscuring his eyes but leaving visible the five o’clock shadow darkening his jaw. He looked different in his sleep as everyone did but his vulnerability and rugged handsomeness struck her as if she’d never seen him before.

And she’d never seen him like this. When they were together it was never in a bed, never overnight. She’d never woken up with him wrapped around her, never had the chance to watch him when all of his defenses were down and it was just the man.

What a mistake. She’d missed one of the best parts.

“Sis, are you okay? I saw a prescription on the kitchen counter. Are you sick?” Mia intruded into her thoughts, stopping her from going down a path that she knew led to nowhere she belonged.

Tess circled back over the last day, recalling Adam showing up at her door, cooking the omelet, taking care of her. He’d stayed while she slept, waking her in the night to give her a second dose of the antibiotic and tucking her back into bed. And he must have stayed all