"No," she said, a firmness in her tone as she lifted her head to look down at him. She poked at his nose, content to lay there naked in bed until her stomach, or his, said otherwise. "Today is break day. It's my job to make sure that after you hit a wall and almost murder yourself with construction tools, that you have to take a whole day of rest. That may include me tying you down to the bed so you can't get out of it at all. I'll do it, Diego."

She doubted he'd kill himself working himself to the bone, but he'd hurt himself. He'd unnecessarily put himself in a precarious position, and they didn't need that. She rubbed at his scruff, looking at how much longer it had gotten. "Maybe I'll shave you today. But today is 'Diego takes a break' day." If he managed to look at her, he'd see that she might be smiling, but between the steel in the back of her eyes and the thrumming down the link that she meant it.