My phone vibrated on my nightstand, waking me up.
I peeled open my tired eyes, struggled to pick up the phone, and answered.
“Baby.” Roman’s voice came from the other end of the line. “I heard you had a high fever yesterday. How are you now?”
Good lord, this guy was strange. Did his wolf take over sometimes and make him forget things? We’d already been over the fact that I’d had a high fever and gone to the hospital.
Plus, why did he care? He’d only wanted to sleep with me, so why the questions about my health?
Could it be…he knew I was dying?
I managed to shu t that thought away and replied calmly, “I’m fine.”
“Okay, good, good. That’s great,” Roman said mechanically. Then his tone changed, grew more eager. “So, did you finish that thing?”
And there it was. His real reason for cal
