Chapter 18

She bypassed hers and Quin’s room to go straight to Theo’s. Her heart fluttered in her throat, but she swallowed and knocked. The tremulous sound was more of a tap, but inside, she heard the distinct creak of a bedspring, followed seconds later by the doorknob turning.

Her gaze swept over Theo’s half-naked form. They really needed to get some clothes for him. As good as he looked without one, the absence of a shirt would get very distracting after a while.

Theo frowned, glancing past her shoulder and down the hall. “Is something wrong?”

Now that she was here, she didn’t know what to do. Spending time with Theo in the kitchen had shown her one thing—he wasn’t a threat. He was awash in a world he knew nothing about.

And he adored her. Not once had his attention not been focused and bright. The only time he didn’t look at her as if she hung the moon was when he looked at Quin.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” Annie managed to say. “I…couldn’t sleep.”