She admitted something quietly to him. “You have surprised me too, and I don’t get surprised by people.”
Cam slung a powerful leg over her hip and hugged her close. “I hear cats sleep all day.”
She grinned and nipped at his throat. “I can nap anytime, anywhere, but come three in the morning, every single morning, I get the zoomies. You would hate spending a night with me.”
He chuckled and asked, “What do your zoomies look like?”
“I have to move around, and I find trinkets to play with, and I want to eat snacks.”
“You do this in the middle of every night?”
“Without fail.”
“And you eat food in bed? Ridiculous creature.”
She giggled and nodded. “The worst.”
“Mmm, you have some redeeming qualities.”
Moira sighed and sat up. “Flattery will get you nowhere with me. I should go.”
“Oh hell no. Lay back down.”
“That’s not how this is supposed to work. No bonding. No getting to know each other. I’m just another girl and you’re just another boy.”
He poked a button on the TV remote. “I’ll let you watch your psychopath shows, and I will go down and get you snacks to eat in bed.”
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him. He didn’t play fair. “Fine. One hour and then I’m definitely leaving.” Damn the lie in her voice.
“Absolutely.” Damn the lie in his.
And damn this happy, satisfied feeling in her chest.
She might be safe, but this man was dangerous in ways she couldn’t understand quite yet.
And certainly, he was too interesting for his own good. Or hers.
Chapter Six
Moira’s senses picked up movement, and she eased her eyes open.
The warm satin sheets felt so good against her bare legs.
Cam was leaned back on the dresser, head cocked, arms crossed, abs flexed, one hand resting in front of his face as he watched her. “Hey, sleepy,” he said softly.
“Hey, creepy.”
His eyes were still blazing bright gold, but he wasn’t angry. A slow smile stretched across his face. “Already to the pet names, are we?”
“Nope. Pet names are against the UnValentine’s Day rules.” Moira sat up and looked around the loft. Outside the big window, it was snowing again.
God, she loved it here.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the window reflection and her hair was a mess.
“Look what you did to my hair,” she accused.
“I love it. I took like fifteen pictures of you when you were sleeping.”
