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put in front of you, and all of it,” he says in a firm tone; his dark eyes only lifting from his work long enough to meet mine, making me stab my head in obedience, promising myself I’ll do just that.

And a hell of a lot more.

God knows how the man’s huge. But I promise. I promise you, Noah, I’ll eat up every morsel you serve up.

Chapter Six

Noah

I could take her right now, I know I could.

If she’d just give herself to me, tell me what I need to hear so badly.

But there’s something so sweet about her, about her company and her girlish interest in me.

I know it’s maybe a bit selfish, but I kinda like the attention she’s giving me and I want to get to know her as much as I want to do everything else.

Plus now I know we have some more time, why can’t we enjoy each other’s company? And I’m famished, Faith didn’t eat last night and I can’t remember the last time I ate.

Even though everything I really want to eat is sitting right here opposite from me, but we both need the nourishment of a different kind if we’re going to survive what I hope we both have in mind for dessert.

I ask her about her Dad, family. It’s just the two of them and I leave it at that, I can see Faith doesn’t want to talk about it much.

It’s obvious being the Preacher’s Daughter is no picnic at times.

Like now being one of those times.

“What about you?” she asks me bluntly. “That story you spun my Dad, that true?”

I frown, taken aback.

“Of course it is,” I tell her. “I’m not gonna lie to a preacher.”

She smiles, trying not to laugh, but I’m serious.

Stirring the eggs to a scramble, I tell her again, “It’s the truth Faith, like me watching you, wanting to watch over you. I’ll tell you the truth, always.” I remind her.

She falls silent, suddenly shy again, nervous. Her body language tells me she’s unsure of so many things, but the sight of a healthy portion of good food in front of both of us breaks the tension a little and we start to eat in relative silence.

Until she gets up the courage to ask me.

“You really watched me, watched over me all night?” she asks, looking at me sideways.

“Uh huh,” I grunt, shoveling egg, steak, and tomato into my mouth, wishing already I’d made more.

“And… did you like what you saw?” she asks, finally.

And there it is. The real reason she’s so shy, a little reserved, and maybe a lot uptight.

I figure being a Preacher’s daughter doesn’t entail putting on live nude shows for guys in trees. At least, I’d hope it doesn’t.

I growl my reply, letting my eyes do the talking in reply, already feeling myself growing thick to attention again at the fresh memory of her laid out like that.

The lightning flashing across her curves, the thick lines of her thighs as they split wide as she tossed and turned. That single hand of hers straying between her legs as she moaned something in her sleep.

Yeah, I liked what I saw. Still do.

More than anything.

More than a million dollars.

“Everything alright?” she asks suddenly, noting my change in mood as I remember the case. The importance of it.

Needing to keep it close.

Supposed to be on the damned road with it right now.

I crease a smile and nod, reaching across to her, cupping her chin in my fingers again.

“Perfect,” I tell her. “Just perfect.”

She looks away, too shy to ask her next question, but I prompt her with a stab of my chin.

“Then… if you like it so much, why haven’t you…?” she starts to say, drifting off, too ashamed to ask the whole question.

“Because,” I tell her in a loud, firm voice. “Because once I start with any of that, Faith. I’m never gonna stop. Understand? If I touch you like that if I kiss you, I’ll be lost and I won’t be able to stop. Not ever.”

I hear her knife and fork dropping onto her plate, she swoons so hard I think she might come of her chair.

But she doesn’t.

“And what about me, Faith? What would you want with an older guy like me, huh? You could have any guy you wanted. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. Why should I just assume that I can do whatever I want with you? Who’s to say you’d even have me?” I ask her, trying to