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Picking up my purse, I realize I don’t need it since I’m staying there. I set it back down and make my way up to the spare bedroom. “There’s a bathroom attached.” He points to a doorway inside the bedroom. “I think you’ll find some new toothbrushes under the sink in there and towels in the cupboard outside in the hallway. There should also be soap and shampoo in the shower.”

“Thanks.”

“Check the dresser. I think Phee left some pajamas in there.”

Phee is half my size. No way will any of her things fit me. “Great. Thank you.”

How the heck did I find myself here, in Rome’s spare bedroom wearing pajamas that were not his sisters? There’s no way these would fit Ophelia James. She’d be swimming in them. Besides, they still had the tags on them.

Would Rome buy pj’s for me to wear?

Nah.

Maybe his mom thought of it, anticipating that there’d be times I’d have to sleep here.

That makes more sense. I could see Bianca anticipating someone, me, sleeping in here from time to time.

My mind is buzzing with thoughts of pj’s, when I hear a soft knock on my door.

“Yeah?”

“You get all settled?” Rome’s voice is just above a whisper.

“Yes.” I clear my throat. “Thanks.”

“Find something to sleep in?”

“I did. Thank you.”

“Good.”

He’s silent, but I know he’s still there. I can sense him. Plus, I can see a shadow beneath my door. I’m tempted to open it up, but why would I do that? Talk about awkward.