“Nothing.” She bites her bottom lip, and I want to kiss her breathless all over again. Maybe later.
I push my fingers into her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Her hand tugs at my T-shirt. “What now, Matthews?”
I inhale through my nose and hold it, thinking of all the possibilities. “Stay with me. Better yet, move back in. I can’t stand another night of wondering where you are, if you’re safe, or if you’re out slaying dragons.”
Her lips push to the side. “I’m on the injured list for the foreseeable future.”
I hear her complete lack of enthusiasm.
“Good.” I glance at the boxes piled throughout the room. “How do you feel about traveling?”
She peeks at me from under her light eyelashes. “Where are you going?”
I link my hands behind her back. “Well, first, I was going to check out London and watch a couple of Hank’s matches. Then, maybe soak up the cabin life for a while.” I pause, studying her this time. “Come with me. Or I can stay here—”
“I want to go with you,” she blurts. “At least for part of it.”
I grin. “Well, that’s good because I wasn’t going without you.”
“What about this place?”
“Are you hungry?” I ask, dodging her question. I need a minute before I tell her about my options with the Stingrays.
“Uh. . .sure.”
She moves to the counter. I give her a boost, and she sits on the edge, watching me rummage through my empty refrigerator.
I turn back to her. “Take out ok?” I grab my phone.
“Why are you avoiding my question?”
I set my phone down, knowing it’s only fair to tell her what’s up since she just laid all her walls down for me.
I brace my hands on either side of her. “With everything that happened, the Stingrays offered to let me out of my contract or look at a trade. They can’t do anything until the season is officially over, but I have to decide.”
She stiffens a little. “So, if you move to another team, you’d be living somewhere else.”
I nod. “Yeah, at least during the season.”
She fists my shirt and pulls me to her.
I straighten, and her head falls to the center of my chest. “You’re too good to stay with those clowns.”
“But you’re here, and—”
She lifts her head. “You can’t stay with this team for me. They’re a mess. Besides, kids are trafficked all over the world, and Tracker has connections everywhere.” Her eyes drop to her hands. “I actually have a job offer I’m considering. It’s temporary but could involve some travel and time away.”
“Really?”
Her good shoulder rises and falls. “Yeah, remember that guy we saw at theSportsEliteevent?”
“Yeah.”
“The FBI wants me to help them get inside his dealings.”
“The FBI?”
