Everyone was either in their rooms, dumping their stuff, or downstairs, where Gable was putting the pizzas in the oven. Solos was sticking close to him.

I watched Seth place our bags on a pale blue bench in front of the queen bed. “You don’t really trust Gable, do you?”

“It isn’t anything personal.” He walked over to a matching dresser, dropping his stolen sunglasses on the top. “We don’t know him. Anything about him. And he’s handling things pretty damn well.”

“Too well?”

He raised a shoulder. “He’s downstairs making pizza for us. A bunch of strangers who just told him that we’re descendants of Greek gods.”

I dropped down on the edge of the bed and sank into its softness. “Good point, but after I got my initial freak-out over and done with, I went along with you.”

He walked over, stopping in front of me. “You also got to sleep off a lot of the shock.”

“And I used you as my Pillow Pet—”

“And drooled on me.”?

I rolled my eyes. “I did not drool on you, but the point is, that yes, this is a lot to swallow, but it’s not impossible to process and deal with.”

“Hmm . . .” He knelt in front of me, wrapping his hands around my calves.

Cocking my head to the side, I smiled slightly. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” He kissed my right knee and then my left. “Okay. I’m up to something. Thinking about breaking this bed in.”

“Oh my gosh,” I laughed, slipping my fingers through his hair. “You have a one-track mind.”

“At least it’s on a fun track, right?”

“Yeah.” I slid my fingers out of his hair, down his cheek. Tipping his chin up, I studied his face. He was strikingly beautiful, unreal in a way, but there were so many layers to him. So much more than a sculpted face and body.

He turned his head, kissing my palm. “You doing okay?”

I thought of the nightmare from last night. “Yes. Of course.”

Those startling eyes met mine. “You’ve been rubbing at your brow and temple a lot. What’s up with that?”

Damn. He was observant. “Just have a minor headache. Not a big deal. I think it’s just lack of consistent sleep.”

“Then maybe you should rest,” he offered, kissing my palm again. “I can grab some slices and bring them up to you.” He started to rise.

I stopped him. “I’m not sleepy. I swear I’m fine.”

He appeared to consider that. “What were you thinking about earlier?”

“When?”

“At the motel. You were completely in a different world,” he explained.

Bending forward, I kissed his forehead. “I started to think about something really random.”

“You? Thinking something random?” He laughed when I leaned back and smacked his arm. “Never would’ve guessed that.”

“Ha. Ha.”

“So what were you thinking about?”