“We’ll figure it out, Reagan.”
But would she still be sane by the time they did? That was debatable considering how she felt right now.
Jack left, and Tiny pulled her into his lap once more, just hugging her. Reagan leaned into him as he rubbed her back.
“We seem to have more questions than answers,” she grumbled.
“Yep,” he agreed.
“Maybe we need to push him a bit. Draw him out.”
He paused then continued to rub her back slowly. “How do we do that?”
“By using me as bait.”
“Nope.”
“But Tiny—”
“Nope.”
“Damn, you’re stubborn.”
“Yep.”
She sighed. “And frustrating.”
“I’m not risking you.”
She leaned back so she could look up into his face. “And what happens when you go? You can’t stay here forever.”
Even though she might wish otherwise.
“I’m here now. I’m not risking you.”
“We may not have a choice.”
He kissed her, gentle at first then harder. Then he leaned back on the sofa and drew her against his chest once more.
“Don’t you like Jack?”
“He’s all right.”
“Then why were you so abrupt with him?”
“He calls you sweetheart. His gaze lingers too long on you.”
She frowned, thinking that through. “You think he is interested in me?”
“I know he is.”
She shook her head. “He isn’t. He’s never looked twice at me. Perhaps he is one of those men that wants someone once they are off limits.”
“So long as you both remember that. You’re off limits.” He kissed her again until she melted against him, her body flooding with happy endorphins.
“Sir?”
“Yes.”