And this was because he said that if I gave him me, he could find out that I’m treasure.
But he could also find out I wasn’t what he wanted.
But mostly I was freaking out because I just realized I really wanted to be what he wanted. I really wanted to be treasure. As in, really.
“Gwen,” he called again, sounding slightly impatient.
Oh no! I was making him impatient!
“What?” I answered.
“What’s up?”
I couldn’t tell him that.
“Um…” I quit speaking.
Hawk was silent. Then he sighed, another indication of impatience.
Shit!
“Gwen, baby,” he said softly. “What’d I promise you?”
I closed my eyes. He’d promised me that, no matter what, he’d handle me with care. And I was guessing that Cabe “Hawk” Delgado was the kind of man who kept his promises.
“Sorry,” I whispered then admitted, “Don’t mind me. Minor freak out. It happens.”
“Babe,” he replied, now sounding slightly amused.
“Hawk?” I was still whispering.
“Yeah?”
I sucked in breath then shared, “It happens a lot.”
“No shit?” he replied, definitely sounding amused now and not slightly.
I let out the breath.
Moving on!
“Don’t you have stuff to do?” I asked, “Beating infidels into submission, shit like that?”
“Sweet Pea, what do you think I do for a living?”
“Well,” I started. “You fly on your supersonic jet to hot, humid, tropical, war torn nations, execute your duties as a soldier for hire which means doing things like blowing up bridges and beating infidels into submission.”
“Hard to do that and get home to take you to dinner,” he noted.
“Hawk, your jet is supersonic,” I reminded him.
He burst out laughing and I smiled a relieved smile into the phone and listened.
When he was done laughing, he said, “Babe, I had a supersonic jet, your ass would be in it, I’d take you to a hot, humid, tropical nation but only so you could spend the days in a bikini and I could f**k you on the beach.”
Oh. Wow.
“Your daydreams are way better than mine,” I breathed.