Chapter 24

He was lounging in bed with a script on his chest and his reading glasses perched on the end of his nose. He pulled them off and gave me a bright smile when he saw me, but that instantly morphed into a frown.

“What are you doing home so early?”

Hearing him call my house “home” warmed the pit of my stomach, but I wasn’t about to let on. Despite his hospital bed confession that made it sound like he wanted more from our relationship, he hadn’t mentioned it again. I was just glad he was relaxing and taking it easy, allowing me to take care of him, so I didn’t want to rock the boat by bringing it up.

“I was missing you,” I said, which was the truth.

Vincent scowled. “Yes. And you were worried about me being alone in the house like I’m a child who can’t be left alone.”