In the end, Kate and I talk late into the night. We fall asleep when it's almost dawn, so I moan in a complaint when the sun rays reach me from the window.
This early and this annoying can only be my Duke.
«Weren't you tolerant?» I mutter. «Why did you march in here so early?»
«Look at the time, wife. It's not early.»
I glance at the big watch in a corner. Indeed, it's already eight o'clock.
«Time for medicine,» I sigh. How long did Alexander wait before barging in like this?
In the meantime, Kate woke up and started to glare at my husband.
«I feel like having to bypass a watchdog every time I want to reach my wife,» the Duke mutters.
Somehow, I agree. Kate really is protective. She has to learn how to mask her real thoughts, or the Duke might divide us.
When he crouches next to the bed and grabs my hand, Kate winces and almost jumps out.