Kate woke up wrapped in Bastien’s arms. His eyes were closed, but she knew he was awake—his hands gently caressed her skin, igniting sparks only Bastien could set off. Her stomach growled, making him smile.

—My baby’s hungry.

—A little —she replied, opening her eyes and kissing him.

—I’ll go get breakfast. Wait for me here. —Bastien touched her forehead to check if she still had a fever. Nothing. He smiled, kissed her lips, pulled on his pajama pants, and headed to the kitchen. As he cooked, the doorbell rang. Bastien grabbed his gun and left it nearby before opening the door.

—Hi… —Alan greeted him with a smile, one Bastien didn’t return.

—Good morning. What can I do for you? —he said with a voice that could freeze hell.

—I just came to check on Katherine. I saw you carrying her yesterday. She looked sick.

—My wife is fine. Resting. It was just a mild cold. —Alan scanned Bastien from head to toe. It didn’t take a genius to guess what had happened between them.

—I brought her these. S