Celeste curled herself into Dominic's lap, the mug of now-cold coffee was forgotten beside the bed. Every breath took her deeper.
Dominic's phone buzzed on the bedside table. He didn't move to pick it up at first. But when it rang a second time, he sighed and reached over.
Celeste blinked, leaning slightly to glance at the screen.
"Are you going to take that?" she asked gently.
Dominic gave her a small nod, his expression was unreadable, as he answered the call.
Celeste stayed seated on his lap, with her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. Her cheek rested against his shoulder as he answered the call on speaker.
"Dominic," came the deep voice from the other end of the line. "I trust I'm not calling at a bad time."
Celeste rested her head back on his chest, unaware of what was about to unfold.
Dominic didn't answer right away. His response was flat when he parted his lips. "Speak."
There was a short pause on Roman's end. He cleared his throat, sounding somewhat uneasy.
