Chapter 18
Caitlyn stretched her arms and snuggled into the soft sheets and blankets in Roy’s bedroom which was now theirs. She thought the green décor was perfect.
The other room could serve as a second bedroom or an office—she didn’t care because she had no intention of moving back into it.
She slowly turned to her side when she heard Roy get out of the shower. She sat as he strolled out with a wicked smile. His cell phone rang, and he stopped to answer it, pulled into business rather than bed.
Oh, well. She threw on a blue dress made of cotton that had pockets on the sides, then went to get them breakfast but Roy held out his phone for her. “Caitlyn, Ollie wants to talk to you.”
“Me?” Her eyes widened.
She hadn’t actually spoken one on one to Oliver since she fainted and he checke
