“Mm?”I said into his shoulder.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
He sighed.
“You’re thinking of cuffing me to the bed again, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I tilted my head to look at him without moving my cheek from his shoulder.
“Why don’t you want me looking for Rosie?”
“How many reasons do you want?”
“Two.” I was still relaxed but beginning to feel snippy.
“You don’t know what you’re doin’ and Tex is a f**king crazy man.”
“Both good points.”
Holy shit.
Did I say that out loud?
What was it with me? I was blurting out my honest thoughts willy nilly.
He rolled into me, his thigh came between my legs, forcing one of mine to hook around his hip and his hand went to my ass and pressed me to him. His other hand tucked my head in his neck.
I realized he thought I agreed with him and this was my reward.
It was a good reward, being held by Lee like that, really good.
He didn’t have to know that even though I agreed with him, I was still going to do whatever the hell I wanted to do.
* * * * *
I woke up when the bed depressed with Lee’s weight.
I opened my eyes and blinked at him.
“Coffee,” he said and I saw the steam rising from a mug he was holding.
I scooted up, arranged the pillows, pulled the sheet up over my chest and took the coffee.
I took a sip, it was strong.
“My hero,” I breathed into the joe.
“What are your plans for the day?” he asked.
Automatically, I lied, “I’m not caffeinated enough to have plans.”
He stared at me.
He knew I had plans.