His stomach let out a squeal of protest at the thought of stomaching something, constricting painfully. He shook his head. Heaved out a deep sigh and brushed the bits of sleep from his eyes. "Thanks, babes, but no thanks."

Closing the lid on his device, the music dying, Lucien swung his legs to the floor and straightened up. "Angel had to go into work. Something about recounting the money in the safe and reviewing the security footage, but he said I have to look after you."

"Shouldn't I be looking after you?"

"Probably, but we'll humour him. He thinks you're fragile right now?"

"And you don't? I do. I think...