Page 33 of Ruthless Protector

She spun and fled the room.

No, we weren’t done and we both knew it.

* * *

I woke to the sound of hushed voices.

“No, you can’t wake him up,” Willa whispered.

“Humph.”

“No sulking, Tilly. The man rappels out of buildings while carrying small children for a job, he needs his sleep.”

I inwardly winced. She’d obviously seen the news coverage.

Tilly giggled. “Look at his feet, they’re huge, he can’t even fit on the couch.”

The sound of Willa’s soft laugh made my gut clench.

“He’s big, isn’t he, Aunt Willa?” Another giggle. “Like the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk.”

“Uh huh, he sure is,” Willa said, laughter still in her voice.

Jesus.

“I bet he could pick us both up at the same time like we were light as feathers.”

“Yep, I think you’re right.” Willa cleared her throat. “Now go eat your breakfast.”

“Are you sure I can’t wake him up?”

“Positive. Now scram.”

Silence filled the room and I opened my eyes.

Willa was still standing at the living room door, her gaze moving over my bare chest. If it went any lower, I’d have a serious problem on my hands.

“Morning,” I muttered.

She jumped, like she’d been caught stealing from the cake tin. “You’re awake?”

“Looks like it.” I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the couch, and groaned. I’d been cramped up all night and my muscles were tight as hell.

“You sleep okay?” she asked.

I scratched my beard and stood, turning my back to her so she didn’t get an eyeful of the morning wood I already had going on—that was only getting worse with her standing there. I shoved on my jeans and yanked my shirt over my head. “Yeah, fine.”

A complete lie, even though I’d been the one to slow things down last night. I’d lain awake all night, hoping she’d come back, that she’d climb on the couch with me and ask me to make her come again.

I turned back. She was dressed in skinny jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. They were firm, hugging her curves, that lush round ass and those, tight little tits that made my gut ache from wanting to taste them so bad. “You?”

Her eyes darted away from mine. “Yep, fine.”

The woman as a bad liar. “Good.” I checked my phone. No emergencies, no need to rush to work. “I’ll talk to a buddy of mine on the force, see if we can get a uniform to swing by your place tonight. Cage will keep an eye on things from his command center, and you have my number. If you get worried, about anything, call me, yeah?”

She still wouldn’t meet my eyes. “We don’t need all this fuss, I’m sure it was just some stupid kid.”

I had serious doubts about that. Willa was definitely hiding something. “We’ll know soon enough. Cage was going to go through the video footage, he should have something for us this morning.”