Her eyes shifted back to Magnus to see he was glancing over his shoulder at her.

“I also brought you a coffee if you want it,” he added, and then turned to rest his behind on the window ledge and just looked at her with a small smile playing about his lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, shifting to sit up in bed and reaching for the coffee cup on her bedside table.

“Because I like looking at you,” he responded at once, and then added, “And because I cannot believe I am lucky enough to have you for a life mate and wife.”

Allie stilled, her heart going all mushy in her chest, but she ignored it and said, “How do you know you’re lucky? Maybe I’ll be a terrible wife.”

He shook his head. “If you show me half the care and concern you have given Liam, you will be the most amazing wife,” he assured her solemnly.

That made her shift guiltily. She hadn’t left this room or seen her son since before the turn. She hadn’t even thought of him until Magnus brought him up. How many days had it been? she worried. And what must he be thinking? She was a terrible mother, Allie thought unhappily.

“He is sleeping,” Magnus said gently. “The children slept up in Stephanie’s room.”

Allie bit her lip uncertainly. “How long has it been since we came upstairs for the turn?”

He checked the bedside clock and she followed his gaze to see that it read 6:45 a.m. “Just short of fourteen hours.”

“What?” she asked with disbelief.

“We left the restaurant just after four thirty,” he reminded her.

Allie nodded. They’d got to the courthouse at three in the afternoon, were married and leaving by a quarter to four, and had gone to Bella Black’s for an early, celebratory dinner. That had been at Allie and Magnus’s suggestion. They’d known Elvi and Mabel were insisting on closing the restaurant to other customers during the celebration, and had hoped it would be over and done in time for the restaurant to open to regular customers by five thirty or six to handle the dinner crowd. She wondered now if they’d opened it up to others after they’d left, or had kept it closed to avoid the possibility of Abaddon and his crew going in and causing trouble.

“And we started the turn just after five p.m.,” Magnus continued. “Now it is nearly seven in the morning.”

“I thought days had passed,” she admitted. “I didn’t realize the turn had gone so quickly.”

“It was nearly two a.m. when I woke up and you were in the shower,” he said quietly. “That is relatively quick for a turn, but as I said, it is still going on.”

Allie nodded solemnly. “I guess we must not have slept as long as I’d thought between . . .” Flushing, she said, “When we passed out, I mean.”