My fingers slipped beneath the back of his t-shirt, running up the hot skin of his back.
Just as I was getting ready to yank it over his head, I heard the Klaxon on my phone blowing up in the kitchen.
"Oh, no!" I gasped. "That's my alarm."
J.J. lifted his head and stared down at me. "Alarm for what?"
"It's my fifteen-minute warning before I have to leave for work."
He dropped his forehead on the pillow next to my head. After a moment, he lifted it again. "I could do a passable job in fifteen minutes."
I seriously considered it until he laughed down at me.
"I'm kidding, Lee." He kissed me soundly. "Although it makes me happy that you'd be satisfied with a passable job."
"It wouldn't take much," I muttered.
"Do not say things like that when you have to get up and get ready for work," he demanded.
It was my turn to laugh.
He stared down at me, brushing a hank of hair away from my cheek. "Can we pick this up when you get home?" he asked.
"Definitely," I answered.
"Are you taking your dinner tonight?" he asked.
I huffed and shook my head. "No, your sister is ordering pizza. She said that I deserve a treat for putting up with you for nearly a month."
"Ouch, that hurts," he joked, smiling back at me.
"I'm only working a five-hour shift tonight," I said. "So I'm not technically required a dinner break. According to the law."
"Maybe not, but Cam is too excited about her niece or nephew to let you skip a meal."
"Probably because you called her and told her I was skipping meals," I grumbled.
J.J. laughed, kissed the tip of my nose, and rolled off me. "You were."
"Only because your child was making me sick," I argued.
He'd just gotten to his feet next to the bed when I said it, but he stopped and stared down at me.
"What?" I asked, pushing myself up on my elbows. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," he answered. "Get up and get ready for work. I'll get you a drink for the road."
I sat up the rest of the way on the bed and watched him leave the room. I bit back a smile when he stopped just in the doorway to reach down and adjust himself.
When he was gone, I got off the bed and hurried into the bathroom to get ready. I needed to leave in ten minutes or I'd be late.
Five minutes later, I walked into the kitchen to find J.J. leaning over the sink, his hands resting on the edge. His eyes were focused on the backyard through the window over the sink.
He turned toward me when he heard my footsteps on the floor. I hesitated at the look on his face but he lifted a hand and said, "Come here."
I came closer until he took my hand and tugged me into him so my body rested against his.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
