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I want to sleep for a thousand years.

But I can’t let that happen.

Not yet.

Not until I’m safe.

So maybe that’s why when he announces that our destination is his house, I don’t freak out.

Maybe it’s because he also pairs it with, “Right now, the best place I can protect you is at home with me.”

Maybe I’ve lost my mind and I’m diving into the deep end.

Or maybe my instincts are telling me that for the first time in my life, I’ve found someone I can trust.

Either way, I just nod, climb into the wheelchair they’ve brought up for me, and say,

“Lead the way.”

Seven

Dash

Getting out of the hospital is epic.

Bringing Willow home with me… well, I’m not sure how I feel about that.

She’s one of the most recognizable faces in Hollywood, and she’s currently asleep in my guest room. My team arrived at six thirty this morning and we made it happen. Discharge papers for both of us, medical instructions, security issues… we needed to be out before Dylan arrived.

He was due at nine a.m., everything in place to bring her home, and thank fuck for nurse Holly. Once we got her on board, it was easy to get the information we needed to get Willow out of there safely.

I make a note in my phone to send Holly some kind of gift basket. We couldn’t have pulled it off without her because Dylan was being very cloak and dagger about his plans. Luckily, I’ve been cloaking and daggering for a living for a lot longer than him.

Asshole.

Just thinking about him and the way he spoke to Willow makes me want to hit things. People. Probably just him.

What kind of prick talks to his fiancée the way he did?

Threatens her.

Promises to kill her if she doesn’t do everything he expects.

I do a mental head shake to clear my thoughts as I stare into my refrigerator, trying to decide if I want anything to eat. I have a housekeeper who comes and freshens up, stocks the fridge, leaves meals in my freezer, and makes sure everything is running smoothly.

But she can’t anticipate me being in a mood for I-just-spent-a-week-eating-hospital-food-and-want-something-different.

Maybe Willow is awake and is craving something special too.

I can order us something.

I’m not sure if I should bother her because getting her out of the hospital, into the limo, and settled in my guest room seemed to take a lot out of her and she was asleep by nine. It’s almost noon now, so it might be a good time to check on her.

I take the stairs slowly—the doctor warned me to be careful for another two weeks—and stand outside her room for a moment.

This is my house, but Willow St. Claire is asleep… right in there.

After I snuck her out of the hospital.