in his gaze, no sir. Just a fully aware, fully focused stare. Right on her.
“Were you watching me sleep?” Dex asked, voice rumbly and quiet.
“I…what?” Her voice rose on the what question. “I just woke up,” she mumbled.
The phone vibrated again.
Without breaking eye contact with her, he stretched out one hand and grabbed his phone. He didn’t look down at the phone as he asked her again, “Were you watching me sleep?”
She could feel herself blushing. How embarrassing. “Look, it’s not my fault you look so freaking cute when you sleep.”
His brow scrunched. “Say that again.”
She would not. “You’re the one who slept in my bed.”
“Our bed. Our suite, remember?”
She prayed for patience and an easy way out of the haze of embarrassment that surrounded her. “I woke up, opened my eyes, and found your face about two inches from my own. I mean, where else was I supposed to look?”
A slow smile teased his lips.
“Why don’t you check your text?” She rolled away from him and yanked the sheet with her. Lacey wrapped that sheet around her body, toga-style, so that she didn’t flash him.
Seemingly unconcerned with the fact that he had on zero clothes, Dex sat up. He frowned at her. “Why are you covering up? I love your body. Didn’t you get that clue last night when I kissed every single inch of you in the shower?”
Her cheeks burned even hotter. She had gotten that clue, yes.
His expression tensed. “Are you having regrets? Is that what this is about? You woke up, saw who you were in bed with, and had a change of heart?”
Now her own eyes turned to slits. “Are you crazy?”
He rose from the bed. One hand gripped his phone, and he still acted as if he wasn’t naked. He was naked, though. Naked and turned on and her gaze kept dip-dip-dipping down to peek at him.
“Not crazy at all,” he rasped. “Just trying to figure out what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking…” Eyes up. Eyes up. She pulled her eyes up. “I don’t regret four orgasms.” Oh, shit.
He quirked an eyebrow. Started to smile once more.
“What I meant was…” Who the hell would regret four orgasms? “I think we need to take a step back and focus on the case. It’s not the middle of the night any longer. We have a job to do.” The weight of the ring felt heavy on her finger. “You just got a text that you haven’t even looked at yet. Surely having this conversation with me can’t be more important than the mission you’re supposed to be running.”
His smile froze. Then…“What if it was?”
He was losing her. “Dex?”
Swallowing, he glanced down at the phone. His shoulders straightened as he read the text. And… “Fuck me.”
“I did. Last night.” In the interest of total honesty… “I’ll probably do it again, but this isn’t the time.”
His head whipped up.
The look in his eyes was making her all hot. “What’s in the text?”
“A morning meeting.” His voice had gone guttural. Dex cleared his throat. “Roman is asking for a chat.”
“Is that good news? Or bad?”
“Could be either. Or both.” He hadn’t replied to the text. “He knows about my skiing plans today.”
“You mean the fake skiing plans.” Better be fake. “Remember, I told you that I can’t actually ski.”
“There’s a cabin not too far from the ski lift. He wants me to meet him there.”
Her toes curled against the carpeting. “This whole scene reeks of being some kind of setup. When someone asks you to meet in a remote cabin, typically, the best response is to immediately say—”
“Yes.” He fired out a quick text.
“Uh, no.” She hurried around the bed and moved toward him. She paused long enough to pick up his pants and toss them at him.
He caught the pants with his left hand.
“When someone invites you into a trap, you don’t reply yes. You reply no. They should have taught you this in spy school.” She huffed out a breath. “Did you forget that he may have tried to kill you last night?”
“Roman said he didn’t, and like I told you, I think the shot was aimed at you.”
Which made zero sense. “Me and my long list of enemies.”
His eyelids flickered. “You’ll go with me. I’ll enter the cabin. You’ll stay outside to make sure we don’t have any unwelcome guests.”
She wanted to grab the man and shake sense into him. So she did. Her hands curled around his muscled arms. “That’s not smart! You could walk in there