“Yeah.”
“Not right scared,” I went on.
“Yeah.”
“What do you –?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
I bit my lip again. Then I said, “Okay.”
“Go to sleep, honey. Everything’s all right right now. That’s all you gotta think about.”
“Okay.”
“’Night, baby.”
“Goodnight Mitch.”
* * * * *
Mitch
Mara moved in the bed, curling into Billie at the same time curling into Mitch. He woke as he felt her move into him.
He was on his back and one beautiful adolescent female and one beautiful adult female were pressed into his side, both their arms thrown over his gut, Billie’s head at his ribs, Mara’s head settling on his shoulder.
Not for the first time he noticed that Mara’s hair smelled unbelievably f**king great.
He stared at the dark ceiling thinking about Mara and her boundaries.
Then he grinned at the dark ceiling.
Then he thought about Mara’s long, shapely bare legs which he remembered seeing in shorts on a variety of occasions during the summers. He’d also seen them on a variety of occasions in a bikini when he’d been at the bar in the clubhouse or on his way into or out of the gym to work out and she’d been lounging by the pool outside. And he’d seen them the morning before when she’d been in a short robe and that cute nightie. The nightie she was wearing right now. The nightie that clung to a lot of really f**king great places and showed most of her equally f**king great legs which went on for-fucking-ever.
Summer was coming.
His grin grew into a smile.
Then he fell asleep.
Chapter Fourteen
I’ll Go Gentle
My eyes slowly opened and even just upon waking, I was profoundly confused.
This was because my vision was filled with an immensely attractive, no, criminally attractive smooth-skinned, defined, hard-muscled wall of chest as well as the top of Billie’s head pressed to the sculpted ridges of some ribs. Then there was my arm under Billie’s arm slung over a flat, carved stomach.
I blinked and the chest was still there, Billie was still there and our arms were still there.
I blinked slower and found the same when I opened my eyes.
Cautiously, I tipped my head back and as it went I saw a familiar, corded throat then a familiar, strong, square, dark-stubbled jaw and then I was staring at Ten Point Five Detective Mitch Lawson’s profile. Locks of hair had fallen on his forehead, his eyes were closed, his thick long lashes resting on his cheeks and him lying there sleeping was beyond hot. It was mega-hot. It was immeasurable hot.
He was so beautiful I couldn’t breathe.
I’d been so worried about Billie last night and so out of it about everything I hadn’t realized he was bare-chested. I also hadn’t really let myself think of being in his bed with him and with him bare-chested.