Page 91 of Savior
The mouthwatering aroma of bacon and eggs, stirs me from my sleep. The sun is shining brightly through the balcony door. I sit up and look around. Dean is already up and dressed, seated at the little table for two with his cup of coffee, watching me.
“Good morning.” I smile.
He’s wearing a crooked grin of his own, looking back at me as if I’ve been caught red handed doing something I wasn’t supposed to. The black rose catches my eye, and I remember my secret excursion to the beach.
“Good morning, little rebel. Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
I purse my lips before I let out a little, “Yes…” in an attempt to play up to him.
He shakes his head at me. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Eat breakfast?” I smile, pushing back the covers as I climb out of bed and make my way over to the table where he’s already set up our room service trays. I’m actually starving, and relieved that the aroma of food and coffee isn’t triggering my sporadic morning sickness.
“Don’t forget those.” He nods to the napkin beside my plate, where my vitamins and supplements are laid out for me as well.
I take them two at a time with a glass of water to satisfy him, before I start on my scrambled eggs and toast.
“You’re a lousy sneak.” He comments, after a few bites of his own breakfast.
I try not to smirk as I grab my glass of water and take a few more gulps.
“Not even going to try to deny anything?” he playfully scowls at me. “Then again, how could you? What, with all the sand you tracked all over the room last night.”
I put the glass down and swallow quickly, before water trickles out of my nose as I try not to laugh. “Sorry?” I offer.
“No, you’re not.” He can’t fight his smile.
“No. I’m not.” I can’t either.
“You’re going to earn yourself the company of a permanent prospect whenever you’re out of my sight.”
I pout at him. “It was just the once. I didn’t go far. I didn’t even touch the water.”
“Myrtle Beach is ranked one of the top five most dangerous cities in America.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Sure is.”
“It’s not a very fun one.”
“No. It isn’t.”
I press my lips together, picking my fork back up to push my eggs around my plate as I continue to fight the urge to laugh.
“Finish your breakfast.” He insists.
“I am… bossy.” I say, taking another bite to humor him.
We sit quietly and finish our plates before he asks his next question.
“Where’d you get that rose?”
“I found it.”
“Is that a fact?”
“It sure is.” I tease, glancing back up at him. But he isn’t smiling anymore. Serious Dean has officially taken over. “It was just lying there on the sidewalk outside the lobby. I thought it was fake at first. When I realized it wasn’t, I brought it back. I’ve never seen a black rose before. Not a real one.”
