She's probably standing by the chalkboard, singing some silly morning song with a bunch of snack-smeared five-year-olds, or saying their morning prayer, wearing one of those little cardigans and making someone’s day just by smiling.
But I’m the one who gets to go home with her tonight.
And if I play my cards right, I’ll be the one who gets to go home with her every night.
Only me.Because that curvy teacher is mine.Only mine.
And I get to kiss her soft, warm skin.
Bury myself inside her.
Watch her fall asleep in my arms.
So yeah.I'm smiling like a fucking fool.
Sabrina Rosetto is the literal woman of my dreams.
And I'm going to spend the rest of my life loving her.
My head’s in the clouds, thinking about her—about Sabrina’s sleepy smile, the way she clung to me when I left her bed this morning, muttering something about cinnamon rolls and cuddling.
I kissed her forehead, promised her the moon, told her I’d be back in bed with her tonight, and when we left together, I felt like a man with purpose.
Because I am.
I’m all hers now.
Which is probably why Noel has to bark my name twice before I register that I’m not just listening in on the morning conference call—I’m supposed to be participating.
“EGO,” Kane snaps, his voice sharp through the Bluetooth comm.“You want to stop daydreaming about your girlfriend long enough to focus?”
I blink and straighten in the driver’s seat of the truck parked outside Sabrina’s school.
Windows up.
Engine idling.
Eyes already scanning the front entrance on reflex.
“Yeah.Sorry,” I mutter.“I’m here.Go ahead.”
Noel exhales like he’s used to my shit but doesn’t have time to give me hell for it.
“We’ve got a problem.”
I roll my shoulders, tension settling in.“How bad?”
“Bad enough I’m calling you during your cushy school shift instead of waiting for debrief.”
My gaze sweeps the building—windows, doors, corners, blind spots.
All clear.
For now.
“Talk.”
“We found the brother last night?—”
