My favourite thing was the huge velvet couch in the living room. I’d never sat on it, but I didn’t need to park my arse to know it would make for a banging nap spot. It was half the reason I rarely came inside for more than a security check. That I’d fall asleep and miss out on the way she was looking at me right now. Not that she’d spent the last however long since I’d been her bodyguard looking at me like that. If she had . . . Fuckin’ hell, I’d never felt more human.
