Isla flinched, snatching the pillow protectively to her chest, whatever bravado she'd worked up moments ago evaporating on the spot.
She curled around it, shoulders hunched, a nervous sweat prickling along her hairline. In an instant she'd collapsed from would-be assailant to trembling quail.
"No... I just wanted to hug my pillow," Isla mumbled, refusing to abandon the excuse entirely.
Grayson finally cracked his eyes open, studying the small, guilty figure beside him.
A hand settled at her waist, unhurried, and Isla squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip, freezing in place, too tense to breathe. "It's morning," she managed after a beat. "What do we do?"
She didn't dare imagine the fallout. A house full of staff, and Grayson Vale having spent the whole night in her room, every small s
