“Seriously? You’re not going to tell me?”
“I will. But not tonight.”
I sighed loudly and rolled onto my back.
“Just so you know, I’m rolling my eyes at you.”
“And just so you know, I don’t give a damn.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
Sawyer
Taylor had been one of the very few women I’d slept with and was going to have to spend an extended amount of time with the day after. I didn’t take her for being an emotional wreck, but she wore her emotions on her sleeve. She might think she did otherwise, but I could see them. Fingers crossed that everything went smoothly today.
We got out of bed a few hours later and got ready to leave. Neither one of us felt too tired, as we were both hyped up on adrenaline. After we packed our bags, we spent a few minutes making sure our guns were loaded and ready. We both wore a holster that our coats concealed. I kept a second gun tucked into the back waistband of my jeans, and Taylor kept her second gun in a leg holster on the inside of her calf.
We had about a half an hour before we needed to leave the hotel and be in position to wait for Daniel’s text. Before we left, we wiped any fingerprints that lingered on the surfaces in the room. Starting at the door, I followed Taylor around the room to wipe over what she had wiped down. We wiped down the nightstands and even the headboard, then we stared at the bed.
“For my sake, I hope you were able to keep all my cum in your pussy.”
Taylor looked at me and then shrugged.
“Do you ever wonder why no woman has actually elected to see you more than once?”
“I don’t date. But they wish I did,” I clarified.
“God, you’re such a pig.”
“And you liked it.”
“How often are you going to remind me?”
“Every chance I get.”
“Great,” she murmured dryly. “Okay, are we ready?”
“Yes.” I grabbed my suitcase and followed her to the door.
Taylor buttoned her heavy sweater and then zipped her coat partway up. She stopped in front of the full-length mirror and turned to look at herself from a few different angles.
“You can’t see the holster from the back, can you?” she asked. I took another look just to be sure, because it wasn’t worth the risk of not double checking.
“No, you’re good,” I confirmed. “This is such a docile environment; I don’t know if people would know what to think if they saw two people carrying guns.”
“Well, let’s not find out.”
“Agreed. Let’s go grab some coffee and a bite to eat.”
We headed downstairs to the restaurant and were seated at a small table near the window. A server brought over coffee and water, and while the coffee was poured, I quickly glanced over the menu. Taylor poured some hand sanitizer into her palm and slowly rubbed it in. I faintly picked up a manufactured lemon scent. She grinned at me as if she’d won this round.
“How many of those damn things do you have?” I asked as soon as the server left.
“Enough to outlast you. I’m personally enjoying this.”
“I bet.”
“Really, this is quite comical. You’re a big, bad, violent man who’s scared off by hand sanitizer.”
