And his arms.
I was a puddle of a gooey virgin, acting like I’d never been around a guy before.
I hadn’t moved from the bathroom doorway.
“I’m not doing the floor,” he announced. “So you can, if you want, or suck it up and share a bed with me.”
“What?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m not lying. I’m exhausted. It’s almost six in the morning. I need some sleep before Tanner comes and ruins the weekend.”
Oh. He thought… I shuffled to the side. Yeah. I wasn’t flustered because we were sharing a bed, but now looking at it, those were satin sheets. Satin. Now I had a whole different kind of fluster going. Down south. In my vagina.
I cursed under my breath as he went into the bathroom.
What am I doing?
I’d run for my life forty minutes ago. Jonah came after, brought me back, and cleaned up my wounds. But had I forgotten the whole kidnapping part before that?
I went to the far side of the bed and got under the covers, and oh my God! This was pure heaven!
I should’ve been freaking out—again. I should’ve been planning my escape.
I should’ve been…I didn’t even know. But as I touched those sheets, my eyes closed and that was all…
* * * *
JONAH
Soft, light, feminine snores floated through the room when I opened the door.
I had to stop a second to appreciate them because it’d been a long time since I’d heard sounds like that. I’d been with women since Melissa’s death, but never at my place and never overnight. It was usually a hookup in a bar, or outside in the car, or a hotel room. I never went to their place, and I never let them come to mine. Nothing personal. Nothing humane.
Just sexual need, and then I’d go back to my place.
My phone lit up on the nightstand.
Tanner: Her phone is legit. As far as the hacker can tell, she’s legit, too.
My gut shifted. I felt a certain way about that.
Me: You serious? A coincidence?
Tanner: Seems like. The guy went through everything. Kai sent someone to her apartment. It was clean. We can’t find anything on her. Finances are good. Her home life is normal. Nothing’s getting flagged.
I looked down at her. She was turned toward me, on her side. The cover was tucked over her chin, and damn… Damn. We were assholes.
Tanner: What are you going to do with her?
Me: Not a clue. I have surgeries lined up starting Monday. When is this thing with the hitman?
Tanner: Kai is still in negotiations for the details. Stay put. Can you cancel your surgeries?
He had no clue how that worked.
Me: No.
Tanner: What about your med school friends? You were supposed to be with them this weekend. Will they be a problem?
Me: No. They reached out, but I handled it.
Tanner: I’ll be back later today. Have you slept? Where’s the girl now?
I snapped a picture of her and sent it to him.
Me: We’re in the lock room.
Tanner: Make sure to hide the guns. You’re crazy.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe I was.
Me: I need sleep. Don’t wake me up when you get here.
Tanner: Nighty night. Keep your balls.
I rolled my eyes and fought another yawn as I blacked my screen and put the phone on the charger in the drawer beside me.
I went to sleep listening to Carson’s snores.
Chapter Nineteen
CARSON
I woke, stretched, and froze.
My hand hit a body next to me. Then I felt the satin, and reality sank in.
I wasn’t home. Where was… Jonah. Kidnapping.
I was tired, really tired, but also alarmed. I opened my eyes, knowing I needed to deal with reality, but not wanting to in any way, shape, or form.
Still.
I looked over and found Jonah watching me. He was sitting up, his back against the backboard, the sheet pooling at his waistline. Those delicious washboard abs looked even more defined than last night.
Was that a thing? Could muscles get more defined from sleep?
And I was stalling. Again.
“Morning.”
My own morning breath hit me, and I wrinkled my nose, pulling the sheet over my face. “Sorry. Bad breath.”
“Your breath is fine, but go wash up. We have things to talk about when you’re done.”
I froze. “Talk about what?”
He motioned to the bathroom. “Do that first.”
Slipping out of bed, I passed him to the bathroom. I felt his gaze, but when I snuck a look, he wasn’t watching me. His eyes were deadlocked on the bed, his jaw clenched.
What was that about?
He was standing when I came back out with my teeth freshly cleaned, which was exciting. He’d pulled on a white T-shirt with his sweats. Bummer. Yeah...something was wrong with me.
“Maybe sit for this?” he said.
Dread spiked my pulse, but I did as he said. I crawled back to my spot on the bed, sat back, and pulled a pillow over my lap. “What’s going on?”
His eyes flared before they grew hooded. “Good news: you’re in the clear. Everything checks out, so it looks like you being at Bresko’s actually was a coincidence. For that, I apologize.”