Roan pushed up against the pillows, his tee pulling tight across his muscled chest and light brown hair in haphazard disarray. “Tiny Dancer…”
She huffed but flew at us, launching herself onto the bed and burrowing between us. “Next time, I get to come to the slumber party.”
Roan pressed his lips together to keep from laughing as his eyes met mine.
It’s not funny, I mouthed at him.
“We weren’t having a slumber party, Katydid. Roan was just checking on me and fell asleep.”
Roan snorted, and I fought the urge to smack him. Hard.
“I still wanna have a slumber party. We can do face masks and glitter nails and hair braids.”
Roan’s face scrunched. “I am not doing face masks.”
I grinned. “Come on, I think you’ll look really cute in the princess one, don’t you, Cady?”
She giggled. “That one’s the best. It leaves your face all shimmery after.”
Roan groaned. “It’s bad enough I’m catching grief at work for the glitter on my nails.”
I choked on a laugh.
Cady tipped her head back so she could look up at Roan. “They don’t think it’s pretty?”
He clamped his lips closed. “They, uh…it’s not my usual look.”
Cady nodded knowingly. “You need more pink in your outfits.”
I couldn’t hold in my laughter this time.
Roan lifted on one arm, staring down at Cady and me. “Is she laughing at me, Tiny Dancer?”
Cady giggled. “I think so.”
Roan shifted, grabbing me and tickling my sides.
I shrieked and twisted. “No! I’m too ticklish!”
Chauncey let out a low woof that said he wanted in on the fun.
Roan’s fingers lit along my sides, making me squeal so loud I probably woke the animals in the barn. His hand fell away, and he wiggled a finger in his ear. “Hell, you’re gonna break an eardrum.”
“Bad word, Mr. Grizz,” Cady chastised.
“Sorry, Tiny Dancer.”
I blew the hair out of my face and sat up. “You’re both traitors.”
Cady giggled again.
I tickled her sides, and she shrieked.
I grinned down at her. “Payback.”
“I’m gonna get you when you least expect it,” Cady shot back.
“Well, why don’t you pick out your outfit for the day first? I think you can do glitter boots today.”
That was all it took. Cady leapt from the bed and charged out of the bedroom.
Roan slipped his hand behind my neck, pulling me to him.
“Morning breath,” I warned.
“Don’t give a damn.”
My chest constricted as Roan’s mouth took mine in a slow kiss. As he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine for a moment.
My fingers fisted in his tee. “I don’t want Cady to get confused.”
“Does she seem confused?”
I worried the inside of my cheek. “No. But she could be later when you’re not staying here anymore.”
Roan’s fingers tangled in my hair, and he tugged the strand back so I had to look at him. “I’m not going anywhere. You may not need someone with you twenty-four-seven, but I’m still going to be around. A whole hell of a lot.”
The corner of my mouth kicked up. “I’d like that.”
“Good,” Roan said with a grunt.
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. “Your sister figured out that, uh, something is going on between us.”
Figured out was an understatement. Grae was practically bouncing off the walls with glee.
Roan groaned. “Of course, she did. I’m never going to hear the end of it.”
My brows pinched in confusion.
“She was always trying to set me up with friends or telling me to get out there and date. I always said I didn’t want to. That I wasn’t built for it.”
I pressed a hand against the ridges of his abdominals. “What changed?”
“You,” Roan said.
I shoved at his chest. “You say you’re not good at the relationship thing, but I think you’re too good.”
Roan chuckled.
“I’ve got it picked out!” Cady yelled.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Duty calls.”
I got to work getting Cady dressed and then myself. I would try to brave The Brew today. Lawson had promised to station an officer at the door to turn away any media. I had to try because if I couldn’t work, my little savings account would be depleted in no time.