Page 21 of Love Me Like You Do
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell them anything.”
He returned his gaze to Cov. “I’m not worried about what you’ll tell them.”
“Then why is your forehead all scrunched up and your mouth threatening to split in half with the frown dragging the ends down off your face?”
“Because I’ve heard rumors about book club.”
“Oh, really? Anything juicy? I could use a little excitement in my life.”
“I think you’ll be getting plenty of that in the next few months so maybe you shouldn’t go. Keep things calm and easy while you can.”
“Why Tristan, are you scared of a group of women getting together and talking?”
He didn’t like the grin on her face. He knew that grin. It meant he’d somehow challenged her and she’d do the opposite of what he’d suggested. “Damn it. You’re going, aren’t you?”
“Yep.” She nodded. “And you’re going to take me.”
Recoiling, he said, “I can’t go to book club. It’s a woman’s thing.”
Cov laughed. A beautiful sound that vibrated along his skin and into his bones, sinking deep until he felt it in every corner of his body. He’d missed that laugh. The sweetness of it. Her pleasure so audible, so apparent.
“You need to do more of that.”
“What?” she asked, as he gripped her elbow and steered her out into the café and to their table.
“Be happy.”
***
“Be happy.”
Tristan’s words kept replaying in her head. Not that she needed them to. He’d spent the last few hours making sure shewashappy. Anything she wanted he bought for her, anything she needed they couldn’t find, he arranged to get. If he didn’t stop he’d have her spoiled rotten in less than a day.
“You okay? Do you need another pillow?”
Covington laughed. “I’ve got three now, what would I possibly do with a fourth?”
His gaze traveled from the top of her head to tip of her toes. “Under you knees…?”
He had her stretched out on his couch, a pillow behind her head, one supporting her back and the last one tucked under her feet. She’d kept her mouth shut when he’d started ‘making her comfortable’ because she was tired after their lunch and shopping and just the thought of arguing with him was too exhausting to consider.
“I’m fine,” she said, covering a yawn with her hand.
Tris glanced at his watch. “We’ve got over an hour before our appointment with Jason. You should sleep.”
Sleep sounded good. Except there were bags and bags of groceries in the kitchen that needed to be put away and then there were the three bags of new winter clothes he’d insisted she needed…she stifled another yawn. “Maybe a nap.”
The constant fatigue she’d thought a result of her lack of food consumption in the last few months hadn’t improved since she began eating anything and everything again. Something to ask the doctor about later…
Covington wasn’t sure what time it was when she opened her eyes. The room was dark, the blinds closed, and someone—obviously Tris—had covered her with the softest blanket she’d ever snuggled under. Grabbing the edges, she tucked her hands under her chin and wiggled deeper into her comfy cocoon.
“Oh, good, you’re awake. We need to leave for the doctor’s in a few minutes.”
“Really?” She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up. “I guess I crashed.”
“You’ve done a lot of sleeping today.” He frowned. “Are you feeling sick?”
“No. The nausea hasn’t been as bad in the last few days.”
