My phone rang, buzzing up a storm, Willow’s face flashing up on the screen. Nash flinched, rolling over with a groan. I swung a leg out of his bed, but he caught me before I got too far, clamping an inked hand on my hip, pushing me back down. Stay. He tugged a pillow over his head, shutting me out, or giving me some semblance of privacy, maybe. Either way, it was hard to tell if he was really awake. Either way, I rubbed his back, the nape of his neck, sliding my fingers into those hidden golden curls as I answered the call from my kid.
