She furrowed her brows.“Because it is.”
“No, it’s not.”
“You’re the one making it complicated.”
“Life iscomplicated.”
She raised a shoulder in a half shrug.“Lifeis what you make of it.”
“You can’t live on platitudes.”
Steeling herself, she lifted her chin and dropped her hand to her lap.“I can if I want to.”
He rolled his beautiful multicolored eyes and leaned back on the couch.He draped an arm over his face.“You’re stubborn.”
“I thought you liked that about me.”
His chest shook with a small laugh.
“I prefer persistent.”
The two of them sat there in silence.Sydney had said all she could think of, and the ball was in his court.Sort of.She wouldn’t accept no for an answer.He had to understand that.What would he do?
Carefully, she slid an arm over his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.To her surprise, he snaked one around her and tugged her against him.Nuzzling into him, she smiled.He smelled of lavender and jasmine—her shampoo.It was delightful on him.
Closing her eyes, she reveled in the moment of intimacy.Feeling comfort in someone else’s embrace was unfamiliar to her, but she enjoyed the way he held her.
In mere minutes, his breathing slowed into an even rhythm.She grinned, knowing that he had relaxed beside her.The tension in his arm loosened.
Though she wasn’t quite prepared for the soft snoring.
Keeping her lips tight together, she bit back her snicker.So much for not being able to sleep.Apparently, he found her as cozy as she did him.
Being nap-trapped by a handsome devil wasn’t on her bingo card, but nothing in the past twenty-four hours had gone how she expected it to.Why would this wholesome moment with a killer be any different?
Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips against his bare chest and decided she’d earned a rest as well.
18
Fink
Buzz.
Shit.
Startled, Fink jolted awake.Gripping the warmth at his side tighter, he glanced around the unfamiliar setting.
What the fuck was that?
He blinked wildly.His circumstances slapped him in the face.
He glanced down.The woman at his side, Sydney, stretched.
“Sorry,” she groaned.
Letting her go, he cleared his throat.
“Didn’t mean to wake you.”
