Dreaming of his body for weeks had nothing on the real thing.
Taut skin over sculpted muscles.
Not just his arms, which had biceps as big as a grapefruit. A large grapefruit.
His chest was so defined, she wondered how it looked as if he had the outline of squares.
Abs? Was it possible for more than one set of a six-pack?
And that V dipping into the waist of his shorts?It actually does exist!
Everything was a fantasy come true until her eyes landed on his right hand.
“Why do you have a gun?” she shrieked.
“Because trouble follows you around closer than your shadow.”
“For a glass of water?” she asked. She picked up the cup she’d dropped and set it aside.
He turned and walked back to his room.
She didn’t know what she expected. It was more conversation than they’d had tonight.
The cookies on the counter caught her eye. Might as well have a snack since she was up and she wouldn’t worry about waking him.
She was munching away on chocolate chips when he came back.
“Everything okay? Can’t sleep?”
It was the soft tone he’d used that had her mouth stilling, her eyes filling, and her bottom lip quivering.
She nodded her head, but he didn’t seem to believe her.
Maybe she was happy he hadn’t when he came closer and stood in front of her.
A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. He caught it with his thumb.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“You should be,” he said, matching her tone.
Not what she wanted to hear.
“It’s all hitting me at once. I think I convinced myself it was Fredrick and Lana and not a big deal. A nuisance more than anything. It could still be them, right?”
“Ford will find out,” he said.
She blinked her eyes and put the cookie down. “Will you hold me? Please? You don’t believe it’s him, do you?”
She didn’t like the nagging feeling that things weren’t adding up.
He pulled her into his arms, the heat of his half naked body no match for her thin oversized T-shirt with no bra on.
She let out another moan before she could stop herself.
He stiffened and she didn’t care.
She was tired.
