back of her head and inhaled her sweet scent, filling every cell of his body with her honeysuckle smell.
“Sleep well.”
“I will now that you’re here,” she said sleepily.
Trigger stayed awake a long time, thankful that he hadn’t fucked things up between them so badly she’d kicked him to the curb. Gillian was always so competent, so take-charge and confident, that he needed to be extra careful not to say or do anything that would take a chunk out of her armor. He loved her just the way she was.
Chapter Twelve
Friday, Gillian had to work, and to her surprise, Walker was completely all right with just hanging around her apartment. He did some work of his own on his laptop, but otherwise spoiled her rotten. He brought her coffee in her new Wonder Woman mug and made her an amazing breakfast of eggs and bacon with homemade biscuits to top it off. For lunch, he went out and grabbed them some sushi. After she’d called a few new clients and got some research done on the events they wanted her to plan, she and Walker had talked more about where he was taking her the next day.
Apparently, the daughter of one of his Army buddies was a tomboy and loved participating in the obstacle course events the base had for kids. She was twelve years old and, according to Walker, one of the cutest kids he’d ever met.
Gillian hadn’t spent a lot of time around children, but was looking forward to meeting Annie and spending time with the guys on Walker’s team. She’d met them, of course, in Venezuela, but hadn’t spent any quality time with them. She was nervous, but looking forward to getting to know everyone.
For dinner, Walker grilled steaks on her cheap outdoor grill—complaining the entire time about how crappy it was, and how he was going to need to get her a new one since he’d be spending a lot of time at her place.
Gillian liked that thought.
That night, they once again fell asleep on her couch, but this time Gillian didn’t overthink it. She wanted to move her relationship with Walker forward, but she wanted him to want that too. It felt a little weird to be the one pushing for more, but even that made Walker more attractive to her.
Saturday morning, they woke up early and, while Gillian showered, Walker once more got her coffee and breakfast ready.
“You’re totally spoiling me,” she mock complained when she emerged from her room dressed and ready to head to Fort Hood.
“Good,” he said with a smile. “Just buttering you up so when I screw up, you’ll find it easier to forgive me.”
Gillian knew he was joking but frowned anyway. “Walker, I don’t expect you to be perfect all the time. You’re going to mess up, just as I am. I’d like to think that, while I might be irritated, I can put it behind me. I like you for who you are.”
“Good,” he said, pulling her into a hug. “Because I like you just the way you are too. And if you drive me crazy by leaving dirty clothes on the floor, I can look past that too.”
She chuckled and playfully hit him in the arm. “I’m guessing that’s your way of telling me you’re a neat freak?”
He smiled. “Yup. The Army trained me well.”
“As long as you don’t leave beard trimmings in the sink, I’m okay with that.”
He looked horrified. “I don’t.”
“Good. Can I use your razor in the shower?”
“Nope. I have to draw the line somewhere,” he said with a smile. “I’ll get you your own razors.”
“Deal.”
Gillian sighed in contentment. She was enjoying spending time with Walker. She knew next week he’d be back at work and she’d be busy with her own business, but she’d hate not being able to wake up with him and banter like they were right now.
“What’s that look for?” he asked with a tilt of his head.
“I like this,” she said.
“What?”
“This. Teasing. Chatting. Having you make my coffee and eating breakfast with you. I was just thinking about how I was going to miss it…you…next week, when we went back to our regular lives. Forty miles isn’t that far, but when I wake up alone on Monday morning, I have a feeling it’ll feel like a thousand.”
“I know, Di. I feel the same way. We just have to make the most of the time we do get to spend together,” Walker said softly.
She nodded. “I’m looking forward to today.”
“Me too.