It was midmorning. I felt tired, gritty eyed, and wrung out. Everyone had come to see me. Haley had wanted to leave her teddy bear with me. Then she’d promised to bring Simba later for a cuddle. I managed a smile and hoped she didn’t.

Now, Ro had brought me home.

He carried me straight to the bedroom. My house was small and cozy. Not very billionaire-worthy, but he didn’t seem to notice. In my bedroom, he stopped and looked around with interest.

My queen bed was covered in a white eyelet cover and there was a mound of pillows on top of it.

“Nice,” he murmured.

“It’s not a glossy penthouse with the view of the Eiffel Tower or the Sydney Harbor Bridge.”

“It’s nice. It feels homey. And it smells like green apples.”

My chest squeezed. He set me gently on the bed.

“Now, you need to rest,” he said.

“Ro, I need to go to the hotel⁠—”

“Absolutely not.”

There was the bossy billionaire tone again. I huffed.

He sat beside me and ran a hand over my hair, which was a tangled mess. I knew I must look terrible.

“You’re going to sleep. You are not going anywhere.”

I was tired, and I could tell he was too. He’d been up all night and had dark circles under his eyes. “Lie down with me.”

He nudged me down, then lay down beside me. He curled his body around mine, and I found myself being spooned by Ambrose Langston.

I felt warm, safe.

He nuzzled my hair. “Sleep. I’ve got you.”

I closed my eyes and I was out in seconds.

* * *

When I woke, I heard voices.

Blinking, I sat up, trying to get my bearings.

The horrible night returned in detail. I’d been poisoned.

I pressed a hand to my stomach. I felt okay now. I pulled in a few slow breaths. Ro had gotten me to the hospital in time, thankfully.

But then a worse thought hit me.

Ro had been the target.

The low rumble of his voice echoed from my living room, followed by a very familiar little-girl giggle.

God, the poor man was in my small, cute house with my family. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was lunch time. I’d slept for a few hours.

Rising, I headed for the bathroom. I washed my face and looked down at my borrowed scrubs. Screwing my face up, I quickly ditched them, and pulled on some soft pajama pants and a tank top. I pulled my favorite slouchy cardigan over the top.

I headed for the living room to rescue Ro. I had no idea how a billionaire hotelier would deal with my crazy family.