“Jax, was it okay?” The words slipped out before I could hold them back. Aye, those bloody insecurities kept rearing their ugly head.
“Baby, if it was any more okay, I’d have a heart attack.”
On those adorable words, I fell into deep sleep, which I hadn’t done in months.
CHAPTER 19
Jax
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was alone in bed.
The second thing I noticed was the sound of frantic movement—like someone trying to escape without waking the person they’d just slept with.
I cracked one eye open, grinned when I saw Dee standing near the chair in the corner of the room, pulling on her jeans as if they were two sizes too small. Her shirt was half-buttoned, her fiery hair was a wild mess, and her back was turned to me—but the tension in her shoulders told me everything I needed to know.
“Mornin’,” I drawled, propping myself up on one elbow.
Her fingers fumbled with the last button on her shirt. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I didn’t even bother to hide my amusement.
She whirled around, her cheeks flushed and her green eyes blazing. “Don’t do that thing where you act like this is normal.”
I grinned. “Dee, it’s morning. People saymornin’to each other. It’s basic human interaction.”
Her glare deepened, and she turned back to her jeans, yanking up the zipper with so much force I half-expected it to snap. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
I let out a low chuckle, leaning back against the pillows. “I think it was bound to happen, darlin’. You were just too stubborn to admit it.”
“I’mnotstubborn,” she retorted, her face mutinous.
I hoped that we had a daughter who looked just like her.
Wow! Really?
Yeah, I was gone for this lass.
I raised an eyebrow. “No?”
She made a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a groan. She ran a hand through her hair and paced the room like a caged animal.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for my knickers.”
I felt around the bed and pulled her knickers out from under my pillow. She snatched them away and stared at them like they were a puzzle to be solved.
I watched her, fascinated by the way she couldsimultaneously look so put-together and so completely frazzled.
“Dee, come here and give me a morning kiss.”
She looked at me like I’d lost my mind, her panties hanging off one finger. “You have some brass balls on you, Yank.”
“You bet!”
As she stalked to me, hands on her hips, I snagged her waist, threw her on the bed, and settled on top of her. “Now, I have you exactly where I want you.”
She made a face.
