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She studies me.

"And if I still want you tomorrow?"

I slide my hand along her jaw.

"Then you tell me. Right now, you need some sleep."

Her gaze drops to my mouth.

"And you?"

I let out a rough laugh.

"Probably won't sleep a fucking minute."

She smiles.

"Good."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Good?"

"I'd hate to be the only one suffering."

Jesus fucking Christ.

Chapter 6

Kierra

I wake in Vex's guest room feeling better than I have any right to.

Eight hours of uninterrupted sleep. My knee barely hurts.

And the most annoying part?

The big, bossy biker was right about getting some rest.

I'm never telling him that.

I lie still, listening.

A cupboard closes in the kitchen. Water runs. A chair scrapes across the floor.

The smell of fresh coffee drifts down the hallway.

Vex.

My stomach gives a pleased little turn.

Yesterday, a stranger outside my office nearly sent me running out of my skin with fear. Today, the sound of that same man making coffee has me smiling into a pillow.

My common sense has requested legal representation.

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling.

Nothing has changed overnight. Men still want information I won't give them. Aaron is still missing. The witness is still hiding. I still need the police, the Sinners, and a plan for getting back to work.