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of myself.”
    “They wanted your wallet, and they wouldn’t have hesitated to hurt you. You’re not used to the rules here. It’s not safe for a young woman to be alone at night.”
    Her back straightened a little.
    “I’m capable of taking care of myself.”
    “Hm.” I didn’t say anything else.
    She didn’t seem to be badly hurt.
    “Let me get you one of my shirts, something sleeveless so that nothing brushes your bruises.”
    “Okay.”
    I quickly left the bathroom and ran up the stairs to grab a shirt. I took one of my softest undershirts out of its package. I should’ve had my housekeeper unpack it when I ordered it, but I’d been too lazy.
    I brought down the undershirt to her and she put it on. What fit my torso was very long on her. She was much smaller than I was. She looked very good in my clothing.
    “Do you feel okay?”
    She nodded.
    “Just tired.”
    “You can come upstairs and stay in my guest bedroom. I can check on you every hour.”
    “Sounds good.”
    She yawned.
    We walked up the stairs, and I couldn’t stop myself from checking out the slow sway of her hips as she went up them.
    I mentally kicked myself for checking her out. She was hurt. I should be focusing on making sure that she didn’t have a real concussion.
    I opened the door to the guest room that was closest to mine.
    “I’ll come by and check on you, okay? I’ll set a timer to wake me up every few hours.”
    She yawned and leaned against the wall.
    “Sure.”
    She walked slowly into her room and closed the door.
    I went to my own bedroom and changed into more comfortable clothing. I set an alarm on my phone to wake me up in two hours.

First Morning
Naelle
    I rolled over , my mouth dry and my head pounding. A combination of being woken up frequently during the night and a small hangover made for a pretty bad morning.
    I sniffed. Was that bacon?
    Before I could even get out of bed, I heard the clatter of a plate on a tray.
    There was a knock on my door.
    “Are you up?
    I looked at myself in the mirror and almost screamed at how awful my hair looked. I was still wearing his sleeveless shirt.
    “No!” I yelped. I needed to fix my hair.
    “I have bacon.”
    “Come in.”
    It was okay if he had bacon. A good amount of bacon grease could go a long way the morning after.
    I smelled the fresh coffee.
    “You are a god.”
    He grinned at me, and my heart skipped a beat when he did. He was extremely gorgeous when he smiled, and I just couldn’t resist smiling back at him.
    I looked down at the tray and said, “There’s no way that I can eat all of this.”
    “Of course not. Half is for me.”
    Half of the mountain of food on the plate was much larger than what I could manage to eat. He had an enormous fluffy omelette for each of us, and there were two bananas on the tray alongside the coffee.
    I snagged a piece of bacon and took a bite.
    The bacon was perfectly cooked. It was crisp with that slight hint of chewiness which was hard to achieve.
    “This is perfect.”
    He sat on my bed and unrolled the napkins to get out silverware.
    Then we ate there, as if it weren’t the first morning that I’d ever eaten breakfast with him and it were completely natural for him to sit on my bed.
    I’d stayed in his home despite not knowing him at all.
    And he’d been a gentleman about it. I caught his eyes resting on me once in a while, but he hadn’t made any moves. He’d woken me up a lot during the night, but it had been professional, almost dispassionate. I grew to hate the flashlight that he kept with him, but we knew now that I didn’t have a bad concussion.
    I must’ve been hungrier than I thought, because the omelette and bacon disappeared in record time. I felt a little guilty, because I was sure that I’d stolen his portion of it.
    He didn’t seem to mind. Before I finished, he ate all of the bananas.
    I sat back when I was done and touched my stomach. He put the tray on the nightstand.
    “If I ate like that every