Chapter 150

Cole must have eventually dozed off because when she woke up, the bedroom was full of cold light and Aiden—exquisite in a pearl gray suit and an indigo tie—was sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking her gently.

She jerked upright with an undignified wuffle. It was hard not to be slightly discombobulated because seeing Aiden, absolutely composed and back to normal, half made her believe last night had been a really fucked-up dream.

“What time is it?” she asked, blearily.

“Nearly eleven.”

He gestured to a line of cups on the bedside table. “I’m afraid I didn’t know what to bring you. So I thought I’d try everything. There’s tea or coffee or orange juice.”

This was not one hundred percent comfortable. Were they seriously just going to pretend nothing had happened?

“Um, juice?” she said. “Coffee makes me hyper. And I’ve never gotten into tea.”

He gave her a slight smile. “What a terrible confession for an Englishwoman.”