“Looks like she needs to sleep and you know I don’t sleep with anyone. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Leaving them was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. And considering the shit he’d done in his life that was saying something.
What the fuck was he going to do?
He drew out his phone and stared at his messages to V, his handler.
They’d all gone unanswered.
Fuck.
That wasn’t good.
36
Angie woke up feeling warm.
She never woke up feeling safe or rested. The nightmares usually prevented that from happening.
But had she had any nightmares last night? If she had she couldn’t remember.
Why was she so warm? Usually her poor circulation meant that she woke up with freezing feet and hands. But she was almost too toasty.
And then she realized that her pillow was moving. And it was hard. Really hard.
With a gasp, she sat up and stared around the room.
It was her bedroom at Jared’s mansion.
But with an extra addition.
“What are you doing in my bed?” she squealed as she scooted away from Jared. “And why are you naked?”
“I still have boxers on.”
“Nearly naked, then!”
“Well, last night you wouldn’t let me leave to grab some pajamas. You insisted I stay with you. Just as I am.”
Had she insisted on that?
Oh Lord. She had a vague recollection of doing just that. In fact, she might have sealed herself around him like a monkey and clung on tight, refusing to let go until he’d gotten into bed with her.
Naked.
Shit. Shit.
“You could have snuck out once I was asleep!” she told him.
“I could have. But I didn’t want to.”
There was something about last night . . . how had they ended up here together . . .
Images flashed back at her. North and Jared, their bodies pressed together.
North coming. An unguarded look on his face. One she’d never seen before.
Then she’d licked North’s come off Jared’s fingers. And they’d disappeared into the bathroom and hadn’t returned.
