I kept deep breathing.
I felt his face in the back of my hair where he whispered, “Tyra, it’s all good now.”
I wasn’t so sure about that.
Still, I whispered back, “It’s all good now.”
“Sleep, we’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Goodie. Something not to look forward to.
Tack’s fingers tensed in mine as his arm gave me a squeeze.
He relaxed both and urged, “Sleep, baby.”
I sighed.
And, surprisingly, I fell asleep before Tack.
But I didn’t have good dreams.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Absolution
I woke draped on Tack, smelling his musk.
I opened my eyes and saw Tabby’s tat under where my cheek was resting on Tack’s shoulder. Somehow in the night we’d repositioned to our usual sleeping arrangement.
And as usual, it felt good.
Then a sharp stab pierced my heart as the day before washed through my brain.
Damn.
Right. One step at a time and my first step was, bathroom. Second, as ever, coffee. And then check on Tabby. And then…
I didn’t know.
But when that step came, I’d figure it out.
Super carefully because I really didn’t want to wake Tack, I lifted my arm that was lying across his flat belly and started to roll.
The problem with that was that Tack started to roll with me. He was bigger, more powerful and his roll took me to my back with him mostly on top of me.
Great. Awake half a minute and already my day wasn’t going according to plan.
His head came up and my eyes caught his alert, totally not sleepy ones.
“Where you goin’?” he asked softly, his gravelly, early morning, warm in bed rumble drifting over my skin.
“Bathroom,” I answered, ignoring my body and heart’s response to his rumble.
His eyes drifted over my face as if he was trying to ascertain if I was lying about heading to the bathroom and instead intended to make haste to my secret chamber that would beam me to Fort Lauderdale.
Then his eyes came back to mine. “After, come back to bed.”
I shook my head. “After, I’m starting coffee.”