*** Rosaria's POV ***

I stared at Marek for a moment, wondering if he had really said what he did. His face was so serious as he watched me. He was the most dressed down I’d ever seen him, and it had been shocking at first. Marek was so laid back about it, I had to remind myself that I was in his home now. This past week I’d been alone, and I hadn’t really gotten a feel for his normal routine, or his normal dress.

Now, dressed so casually, he was asking something as huge as giving me ...