“What about the thank you?”
He rolled me onto my back and kissed me. “You’ll be the one thanking me.”
I stroked his beard. “I would very much like you to come back.”
“It might be late.”
“I’ll be up.”
“You’re supposed to be sleeping, remember?”
I smiled. “I’ll take tomorrow off. We can stay in bed all day.”
“No shit?”
“I have no meetings tomorrow and everything else can wait a day, so, yes. If you want to join me for naked Tuesday, then let’s do it.”
He grinned. “I’m in.”
“I’ll run to the store and stock up on a few things.”
He shook his head, kissing me again and sliding off the bed. “I’ll send a recruit. Text me a list.”
“I can go.”
He pulled his jeans on and snagged his T-shirt off the floor. “You can also stay here and relax.”
I sat up. “I don’t even know what those words mean.”
He grinned. “Get used to it, baby.”
I slid off the bed and leaned up on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Are you doing anything dangerous?”
“No.”
I relaxed. “Do you really have to go?”
“Yeah.” He smiled gently. “But I won’t be long.”
I sighed. “Fine. I guess I’ll find some sappy movie and drink a bottle of wine while I wait.”
“There’s the spirit.”
“Please ride safely.”
“I will, baby,” he said, and after putting on his boots, he left me.
Sundance
AFTER SENDING AERO out to shop for groceries, I grabbed a bottle of tequila and a fistful of glasses, then headed down the hall to the war room where Orion and the rest of my officers were already waiting.
“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” Moses asked.
“Snowcone’s actin’ as mole for Zilla,” I said, pouring alcohol into the glasses.
“Jesus,” Orion hissed, grabbing a glass and downing it.
“You got proof?” Rocky asked.
