I’m so confused. Leo is here? Of his own free will, because he was worried about me? “What time is it? How did you get in? Did I leave my keys in the door again?”

“Eight-thirty. I forgot to give you back those spare keys you gave me to have the clothes delivered. Do you make a habit of leaving the keys in the door?”

Sitting up, I can’t hold back my groan. Although the worst of the pain is gone, there’s still a lingering hangover from the migraine. This sucks. I haven’t had one in a while. I ignore his question. “I need a shower.”

Oddly shy, I close the doors to the bathroom and set the temperature as hot as I can take it. I would love to have a long soak but I’m starving, so I settle for a shower.

Out of the shower, I grab a pretty slip I’ve fallen in love with how soft and silky it is. I’m not expecting Leo to still be here. I’m having a hard time believing he’s here at all. He’s on the couch with his laptop and a thick report he’s marking up. Felix is on the back of the couch ready to pounce on him. “How are you feeling?”

I shrug. “I could be better. I’ll be fine by tomorrow. What are you doing here?”

He looks surprised by my question. “I was concerned about you. You sounded like you were in a lot of pain. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Running my hand through my hair, I’m off balance. “How long have you been here?”

“Since about six. I brought dinner for you. Are you hungry?” My stomach growls loudly answering the question for me. He laughs. “Sit, I’ll warm it up for you.”

I’m not sure what’s going on, right now I’m feeling too fragile to figure it out. I curl into the corner of the couch, Felix lands on my legs, meowing his thoughts on the intruder. “I know but he has food, so he gets to stay,” Felix answers me with kneading my thighs but not like earlier when we took a nap, he has his claws out. “Leo, in the last drawer next to the fridge can you bring one of the little puzzle like balls in here?”

Leo pads toward me and I realize he’s shoeless and in jeans and a black tee shirt. I blink as my mind tries to make sense of what is happening. He offers me a ball. “What is it?”