“Let me.” He chuckles.
“You watch it.” I point a finger at him. Shit, I need to have Tinsley refresh my nail polish tomorrow. Hold on. Now it’s him getting me off topic. “Where was I?”
“Us sleeping on things.”
“Right, and we’re doing that.” I nod my head up and down.
“Sure thing, Cupcake.”
“Don’t patronize me.” I narrow my eyes on him, which doesn’t have the effect it should. “Cash Hudson! Are you getting a hard-on?” My eyes drop to the front of his pants.
“Why? Do you want to take care of it before you go commit felonies?”
“You know oral sex is illegal in seven states."
“Nine, and this isn’t one.” How does he keep shocking me?
“Are you saying I’m wrong?” I probably am. I just know it is still against the law in some states. I tossed a number out so it sounded more legit. “And how do you even know that? Pervert.”
“I might have looked up all the things I could legally do to your pussy.” I open and then close my mouth. Words, Kindred, find them.
“I don’t have time for this, and I’m starting to think you’re enjoying getting me all riled up.”
“Why do you think I’m so damn hard?” I have no answer to that.
“Well, now I’m mad and need more time to think.”
“We already agreed to that.” We had.
“Fine.” I spin to leave but pause at the door and slowly turn back around. “What are you up to?”
“I had plans to eat a steak and then you.”
“You’re up to something.” I walk back toward him. “That’s it. You’re coming with me.” Cash opens his mouth. “Don’t you dare make a coming comment.”
“I wouldn't dream of it.”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Now, come on. We have a stakeout and spying mission.” Now I’m not letting him out of my sight.
“Hollis is okay with this?”
“Where do you think I got the fancy recording device I put in the bottom of the snow globe I gave Beckett?”
"You know. If you give me a couple hours, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have Beckett nailed down." He checks his watch. "Waiting on a few people to send me back footage. I would have gone out and gotten it, but I wasn't leaving, going anywhere without you."
"Wait," I perk up at that. "You have mission plans too?"
"Investigation plans."
"Tomato, tomahto." I fold my arms over my chest. "You made mission plans without me. This feels like a betrayal."
"Fuck, I love you." He chuckles, shaking his head. “I pulled the camera feed out front and back to check my timeline yesterday. When you got those calls, Beckett was still on duty. I wanted to check if she might have stepped out during those times.”
“Did she?”
“She did, but that’s not solid proof.” He motions for me to come closer. “Sit.”
“But we have mission things to do.”
