I tamp back a chuckle.
Nope. Not my girl.
Fucking hell, Rawlins, not helping.
I pack the few groceries away in the fridge. “Leave her be. She’s exhausted.”
“She looks comfortable in your big bed, Milo. Just sayin’.”
Course he is.
Meddling motherfucker.
How many times did he go through the same shit with Carlie? Workplace relationships are already complicated, and when you deal in life-and-death on a daily basis, it’s more so.
“Ha—Miles... sorry, I’ll get out of your hair.”
The soft voice has both of us turn.
When London’s gaze finds Lawson she straightens. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you had company.”
She clutches her bag to her chest. Petal is right behind her, rubbing against her legs like a cat.
Laws stands, closing the distance between them. “Hi, you must be London. Lawson, Milo’s best friend.”
He holds out a hand.
London glances at me before taking Lawson’s hand. “Didn’t know Cap had friends. Nice to meet you.”
Laws chuckles. “I like her already.”
London smiles at him, that big sunshine grin I rarely see. The one she seems to reserve for others.
Not her boss.
It’s something her friends are privy to.
“Well, the pup loves you, at any rate.” Laws squats and rubs Petal’s head.
“Actually, they knew each other before we did,” I offer, feeling like the third, no, fourth wheel.
“Is that right?” Lawson looks up at London.
“Sure is. I worked at the shelter where Petal was homed before...” She swings her gaze my way.
My gut flips, my body tensing in a way that has me wanting to close the distance between us.
Laws looks between us and pops to his feet. “You know what, I should be going. Carlie will be wanting to take Mills to the shit and glitter shop. They could use a lift for their retail therapy.”
London raises her brows. “Sounds like quite the expedition.”
“Oh, you have no idea.”
Laws sees himself out, leaving London and me standing in the first parcel of awkwardness since last night.
“I should...” She points at the door. “Sorry about sleeping in your bed and all. It was so soft...”
I swallow, and the rock in my throat almost chokes out my last breath. She makes for the door.
