“You’ve been sleeping for sixteen hours.”
Her brows rise up cartoonishly, but she still doesn’t open her eyes. “You let me waste so much time.”
“My men are searching. We haven’t wasted anything. You need the rest.” I drag my hand lower, tracing her arm and her hip. I press the flat of my palm to her stomach. “The baby does, too.”
She smiles sleepily. “Thanks for taking care of us.”
“I’ll always take care of you.”
I’m staring at my hand on her stomach. But when I look back up, Piper’s eyes are open. They are a vibrant shade of green, warmed by the golden afternoon light. The way they trail over my body warms me from the inside out, too.
“How are you feeling? Are you hurt or sore? Are you—”
She pulls her lower lip into her mouth, and she might as well have reached over and stroked my
