God.
They needed to catch this guy.
Theysoneeded to catch this guy.
I moved a shaky hand toward my cleansing wipes.
And for right then, I got down to business.
“Start with your toes, Lottie.”
Mo’s deep voice coming to me in the dark told me not onlythat he wasn’t asleep, but that he was hearing me toss and turn.
I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling.“I tried.It’s not working.”
“You want me to help?”
First, I loved that he asked.
Second, his voice coming to me from ten feet away when Icouldn’t cross that space, and he couldn’t cross that space, would be no help.
“You can’t help, Mo.”
He didn’t reply.
Suddenly, an idea hit me, I sat up and looked across themoonlit room to the big body covering my couch.
“You need to ask Hawk to put someone else on me so we canmove this along.”
He did not move, except his mouth.
“Notgonnahappen.”
“Mo—”
“Not.Gonna.Happen.”
I shut up.
I’d never heard him sound like that.His tone brooked noargument, none whatsoever, in a way that even I knew I couldn’t argue with him,and I could argue with anybody.
“I’m on you,” he stated.
“I know,” I said quietly.
“No one but me.”
Another thought occurred to me, one I did not like.
“You know, this isn’t woman-falling-for-her-bodyguardsyndrome, honey,” I told him.“It’s Lottie-falling-for-Mo syndrome.I’m notgonnaget attached to some other guy on your crew.”
He was again silent but even if I couldn’t see his face, Ifelt him communicating.
Strongly.
However, considering I couldn’t see his face, I didn’t knowwhat he was saying.
So I called, “Mo?”
