“Not by choice,” she muttered. She stood, feeling like she’d said enough. “I’ll just wash these. It’s getting late.”
“We need to talk about tomorrow.”
“What about it?”
“You going to work?”
“Yes, of course. I took today off, so I really need to go tomorrow. I can't stay at home until this is over.”
“Not saying that. I need to go with you.”
“You mean escort me there and back?” She guessed that was okay.
“Stay.”
“Stay? At my work? With me? All day? Ahh, I don’t think so.”
He looked determined.
She ran her hand through her hair. “I won’t be able to concentrate.” The sad thing is, it wasn’t an excuse, she found it difficult to think properly when he was around.
“I’ll keep out of your way.”
“My boss might not like it.” But Lionel didn’t have much of a backbone, and he wanted to keep Reagan happy because she was the best in the business.
“I’ll talk to him.”
She snorted. “Better let me do that.”
He raised an eyebrow. “It’s settled then.”
Damn, had she just agreed to him coming to work with her? She guessed she kind of had.
“A boyfriend wouldn’t accompany me to work.”
“He would if he were worried about your safety.” He looked at her as though he truly did care. “I’m going to do a security check before bed.”
Reagan washed up, trying to keep herself occupied. She felt nervous. Not because of the intruder, but because Tiny was going to be sleeping in her apartment.
“All secure.”
She jumped with a squeal.
“Sorry. Did I scare you?”
No. She always jumped around like a bunny rabbit on steroids. She leaned against the counter for a moment to catch her breath then turned around. “You move very quietly for such a big man.”
Silence fell between them as she wondered what she should do next? Should she go to bed? Considering how poorly she’d been sleeping, she should be exhausted. Instead, she felt wired. Should she do some work? How could she concentrate?
“Want to watch some T.V.?” he asked casually.
“Yes.”
A few hours later, after watching a comedy movie she hadn’t thought was all that funny, Reagan yawned.
“Oops. Sorry.”
“Bed time.” Tiny turned off the T.V. and stood, stretching.