After settling the experts who'd just arrived, even though it was past her bedtime, Arden somehow felt wide awake. She went back to the bedroom, picked up the proposal she hadn't finished that afternoon, and continued writing.
Marcus Quinn came in with a glass of water and saw her sitting on the bed, head bowed, scribbling away. Her long hair was casually tied up in a little bun, with wispy strands falling over her forehead, making her face look even smaller and paler.
"Marcus, I want juice." Sensing he was nearby, Arden kept racking her brain while reaching out to tug at his shirt, staring up at him imploringly.
