But it was all systems go now.
“I love that for you,” Shanti said, referring to Gabe’s car being here, meaning he was waiting at home for me.
I punched in the code to the security gate thinking I’d love her to try things with Liam so she’d have a hot guy to go home to, too.
I didn’t say that.
I said, “Not as much as me.”
And that was no lie.
We exchanged smiles before we called hellos to the tenants hanging in the courtyard, and Shanti headed their way.
But I went right to my door.
When I got inside, I saw Gabe lazed on my olive-green velvet couch, eating a cupcake and watching something on TV.
I gave myself a moment to drink him in.
Mm…yes.
It was good having a hot guy to come home to.
“Hey,” I said, walking in and dropping my bag (that had my Taser and holster in it, so it landed with a thump) on the armchair.
“C’mere,” he murmured after he switched off the television.
And I saw I had sweet, sexy Gabe back, and not scary, furious (still sexy) Gabe.
(Also important to note, of course he was that guy who was more interested in his woman coming home than whatever he was watching on television. Gah!)
I went there and Gabe adjusted so we’d both fit, stretched out on the couch.
My couch had deep seats, but this was accomplished because I was mostly lying on him.
Truth: I’d thought of this often when we were watching TV, how it would feel to be cuddled on my couch with Gabe.
Fact: it felt fucking amazing.
“You get done what you needed to get done?” he asked before pushing the last bite of cupcake into his mouth.
“Duane is in for setting those jerks up for a takedown, but whatever we’re going to do is going to take a lot of scheming, and I’m not sure the Angels have ever pulled off anything complicated.”
“You know you got resources if you need help planning.”
They were all just the best guys.
I didn’t confirm I knew that.
I shared, “And now we have the new mission of getting Jinx’s head out of her ass after she screwed the pooch when her accountant client, who’s in love with her, offered to take her away from the life, and she threw it in his face.”
“Well, fuck,” Gabe muttered.
“You can say that again,” I muttered in return.
“You’re wading into that?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t think it was a good idea.
“She burst into tears, Gabe, and she’s not a crying type of female. As in, oh-so-totally not one.”
