Page 60 of Little Sunshine

Another thing to handle tomorrow.

When I got close to the bed, panic stopped my damn heart in my chest.

Fuck.

Sprawled diagonal in bed on top of the blanket, Mila looked like she’d passed out. I was about to shake her awake when she kicked a leg out and rolled before flipping around to roll again.

Good, she didn’t faint, but now I gotta worry she’s gonna throw herself out of bed.

Checking on her was one thing. Getting close enough to cover her would push it.

But since I was already watching her sleep—fully owning the fact it was fucking creepy—I did it anyway.

I tugged the blanket from under her and barely dodged the tiny fist of fury she flung my way.

“Don’t wanna wake up,” she muttered, burying her head beneath a pillow.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re surprisingly violent, sunshine?”

She tilted her head to peek out from under the pillow at me. “Behemoth?”

I’d liked hearing it on the video.

I liked hearing it in person a fuckuva lot more.

“Don’t worry,” she mumbled. “Still alive.”

I let her think that I was there to follow concussion protocol. “Be back in a couple hours with your meds.”

Her response was to kick her leg out.

When I returned to my room, there was another text from Cole waiting.

Cole: She good?

I thought about all that had happened at the hospital. The minimal amount she’d shared. The way she lied like a pro. The smart mouth she let slip through only to lock herself down again.

Me: No.

Me: But she will be.

Chapter 8

Always Have an Exit Plan

MILA

I’m late.

I bolted upright in bed.

A bed that wasn’t mine.

In a room that also wasn’t mine.

It was all very Goldilocks.

So long as Goldilocks had the shit kicked out of her before she’d stumbled into the bears’ lair.