Laurent was still trying to book him a car. She reached out and poked his shoulder.
"Get up! You can't sleep here!"
What would it look like if he stayed the night? The entire Burg Eltz already knew they were divorced. If a reporter caught him spending the night at her place, she'd be dragged into another headline with him.
But no matter how much she called him, the man on the sofa remained unresponsive. Frustrated, Laurent put away her phone and turned to take care of her daughter instead.
She bathed her little girl and tucked her into bed. By the time she came out, she found that the man on the sofa was about to roll off.
Looking at him—tall and long-legged, crammed into her small, narrow couch—she finally gave in.
She walked over and sighed.
"Get up and go sleep in the guest room."
The man on the sofa blinked drowsily at her.
"Can I borrow your bathroom? I need a shower…"
At this point, could Laurent even say no?
