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so much as remembered Jake s behavior, as he d spent the evening
drinking wine, poking at his food, and prodding Finn into giving
him a full synopsis of each and every Jacob Wilde book.
Finn tugged Rowan s jeans down, trying not to laugh when the
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other man almost rolled off the bed attempting to help him. Stay
still, brat, before you give yourself a concussion tumbling off this
bed.
It s a big bed. Rowan grinned and rolled onto his stomach,
arms and legs splaying out. Big like you. I love it. Rowan turned
his head to the side, cheek pressed to the cool sheets and aimed a
bright smile at Finn. I love you.
Finn stilled, heart leaping into his throat. Oh, he knew the other
man probably wouldn t remember he d said it, couldn t mean it,
but it had been years since he d heard those words uttered to him
by anyone. He lifted his eyes to meet Rowan s glossy, somewhat
loopy gaze. Hush now, and let s get you tucked in.
Rowan s lower lip pouted out, but he obediently climbed under
the covers, up against the pile of pillows and snuggled down. He
looked so small all alone in Finn s custom-sized bed.
Aren t you coming to bed, too?
Finn shook his head with a tight smile, his insides jumping like
Mexican beans. No, you get some sleep. I have to clean up
downstairs and get a bit of work done. He leaned over Rowan and
brushed a kiss to his forehead. Sleep it off, babe. You ll feel
better in the morning.
Rowan nodded, a huge yawn already overtaking him, and Finn
slipped out of the room, shutting the bedroom door and leaning
against it. Jesus. That man was going to be the death of him.
Shaking his head and trying his best not to think about how
sweet those words had sounded on Rowan s lips, Finn headed into
his office. The maid could worry about the kitchen in the morning.
He needed to write because the real world had just gotten a bit too
hard to handle.
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CHAPTER 8
Finn glanced up from his monitor, frowning at the wall clock.
It was nearly ten in the morning. When he d checked at six, Rowan
had been sound asleep, and Finn hadn t disturbed him, figuring
he d get his workout in and grab a shower before they had
breakfast. Except Rowan either hadn t stopped in to say goodbye
this morning, which didn t seem likely, was wandering the house
on his own, even less likely, or was still asleep.
The last was what made him frown. Rowan wasn t the type to
fritter away the day in bed. He was an up and at em with the sun
kind of guy. Finn saved his work and shut off the monitor. Chances
were the wine was still lingering with him, but he d just go check
and make sure everything was alright. It was a rough night for
Rowan, so maybe he just needs the sleep?
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Instead of a sleepy, rumpled Rowan sexy and naked under the
covers, Finn found a flushed, sweaty Rowan with the covers tossed
off and shivering. Shit. He hurried to the bed, sitting on the edge
and reaching out to smooth back Rowan s sweat-damp blond hair
from his forehead. Christ, he was burning up.
Grabbing the comforter, he pulled it up over Rowan, wincing
when the other man tried to kick it off again right away. Shhh,
hey, it s alright. Just leave it on, Rowan.
Rowan s eyes, fever-bright and hazy, blinked open at the sound
of his voice. I m hot& and soooo cold. He groaned, coughing
roughly.
It was about then Finn remembered that Rowan had been
barefoot and jacketless when he d been outside talking to Jake.
Rowan, you are a stupid son of a bitch sometimes. Finn
shook his head and tucked the blanket around Rowan s shoulders.
Rowan scowled, curling into a ball on his side and glaring at
him. I m dying, and you re calling me stupid?
Finn snorted. You re not dying; you have a cold. No one dies
from a cold these days.
Rowan rolled his eyes. Unlike when you were a kid and they
still had the fucking plague?
Finn had to laugh, shaking his head and rising. You re a
grumpy patient, I can tell. Joy and rapture for me. Stay put. I m
gonna get you water and some Tylenol and a cool cloth for your
neck.
Rowan might have wanted to snap some other smart comeback,
but a coughing fit overtook him, so Finn took the chance to slip
into the bathroom to get what he needed. He filled the glass with
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