I lifted my head and looked to his face in the moonlight.
“Youbox?”
“No.But I know the divisions and I’m not middleweight.”
“Oh.”
I saw him grin in the silver beams.“How much you work out?”
“Nine hours a shift.”
He chuckled.
“No, seriously,” I told him.
His fingers started drawing a pattern on my hip.“When yougo back?”
“They told me to call when I’m ready.I think I’ll calltomorrow.”
“Ribs good enough for that?”
“I’m not supposed to do much to aggravate my torso, so Iwon’t be carrying a tray for a while, but they said they’d put me behind thebar.”
“They like you,” he murmured.
“I’m likable,” I teased.
His hand gripped my hip.“Yeah, you are.”
I settled again into his pec.
“Those ribs, baby, you should sleep on your back,” he noted.
“I’m here, you’regonnahave topry me away.”
His body shook gently with his humor but his arm around megot tighter.
It felt sweet.
“These mattresses are super-comfortable,” I remarked.
“Rosie?”he called.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“You were dead to the world and barely able to maneuver thestairs ten minutes ago.”
“Is that biker speak for you’re tired and want me to shutup?”I asked.
“Pretty much,” he told me.
I smiled against his pec.
We both fell silent and it was Snap that broke it.
He did it careful.He did it gentle.
He did it Snap.
