Chapter 90

　　"If that's okay with you," I replied. Breakfast in bed was a rare treat.

　　He grinned, placed the tray on my lap. "Here," he said. He walked away to get his own tray; sat back on the bed, took a sip of coffee.

　　I swallowed.

　　The tension had ratcheted up dangerously between us.

　　Part of it was s...