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With both of us out of breath, he lowers himself until he’s lying next to me. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me into him until we’re face-to-face. “That was amazing,” Gage says, kissing my eyelid.

“It was.”

His palm is on my back, rubbing it up and down several times. When he stops, his palm is resting on my left ass cheek. I love how it feels.

That’s when I hear him. His breath has evened out, and he’s snoring a little. It’s cute.

Reaching down past our feet, I grasp the comforter that I now see is the same blue color as the one in the spare bedroom and pull it over us. I spend a few minutes gazing at the beautiful man next to me. I refuse to think of tomorrow, though. Something tells me tomorrow is going to change everything.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Gage

It’s my fault. I let it happen. I should have stopped it in the hallway, but damn, her mouth, that body pressed against mine… how could I refuse her? She said, “Please,” for shit’s sake. When a woman asks you to fuck her and she says, “Please,” you fuck her.

“Shit.” I run my fingers through my hair. What was I to do? I wanted her as bad as she wanted me. Maybe more. I mean, my dick’s hard whenever she’s around, and while it’s not necessarily good, it’s just the way it is. God, her scent alone drives me crazy. I feel like a feral animal around her, like I can’t control how my body responds to her. It wants her.Iwant her.

So now I’m standing outside my own front door, dreading what I have to do. And all of it because of my job.

You see, when I went to work this morning, I knew I had to clear everything with Captain Billings. I waited until the end of the day, needing the time to figure out what I was going to say. Things didn’t go as I’d hoped. Not at all.

I sat in Captain Billings’s office waiting for him to get off the phone, ready to tell him about Daisy and me. And while I’d told her last night that it was going to be okay, I wasn’t so sure.

As soon as he hung up, he leaned over his desk, placed his elbows on top, and said, “That was Social Apartments’ management. They’re sending over the footage from the elevator.”

“Finally,” I grunted. “Did they give you any indication what was on the tape?”

“No.” He shook his head. “We’ll have to wait and see.” He nodded. “So, what can I do for you?”

Clearing my throat, I started at the beginning. When I got to the part where I explained why she was staying at my place, I glanced at the captain and winced. His face said everything I needed to know.

“What the fuck, Golden?” He stood abruptly and pointed at my face. “That’s against fucking protocol, and you goddamn know it.”

I nodded. I did know it.

“She’s a fucking eyewitness,” he continued.

“We already know Tayler Soren—”

Shaking that off, Captain Billings shouted, “That’s not official yet. The D.A. hasn’t dropped the charges against her.”

But they will. “I know. It’s just—”

“You’re thinking with your dick, Golden. That’s unacceptable.” He stepped around his desk until he stood next to me as he glared down at me. “Get her the fuck out of your house. Today. Or you’re off this case.”

So that’s why I’m standing at my own front door, dreading this conversation I’ve got to have with Daisy. Before I overthink it, I unlock my door and step inside to the smell of something delicious cooking. When I look up, I see her in my kitchen working away at something.

Fuck. She cooked for me.

“Hey,” she says with her pretty smile. “I hope you’re hungry.”

I am. I’m starving.For her.

Clearing my throat, I return her smile as I step closer to the kitchen. “It smells delicious.”

“I made meatloaf. My mom’s recipe.”

Goddamn. I love meatloaf.