I burrowed under the covers and sighed with as much contentment as I could feel. Even though this had been my home for just a little over six months, I had missed my bed. Plus, as opposed to a hotel, I was able to be more comfortable with Jonathan's presence here. It wasn't mine to begin with.
Speaking of the devil, there was a rap on the door and Jonathan entered. That act of consideration made me want to reconsider, but even though my plans needed to be worked on, I couldn't afford to.
Jonathan entered, dressed still in the suit he had flown back with. His office had a suite next to it where some of his things were in, so I had feared him not coming back to the room but thankfully he had. I didn't want to chase the man out of his own room.
