Borrowed Rest

“Can we start tonight?” he asked.

“Tonight?”

Killian bowed his head until his hair brushed her shoulder, his voice raw with exhaustion. “I haven't slept properly in days, Sloane. I won't do anything—I just want one good night's rest.”

“All right. Start tonight. But I don't have your pajamas, so you'll need to bring your own.”

Killian pulled out his phone and dialed without hesitation, his fingers