Cosette slept on. Isaac studied her beautiful face. Sunday. Today was Friday. He would leave her in two days. That was more upsetting than going to face Lansky and his losers.
Half an hour later, the sun peeked through the windows and Cosette stirred.
“Hello, sleeping beauty,” he said.
She smiled up at him, her eyes still full of sleep. Stretching, she asked, “Have we been on the ground long?”
“Only a few hours.”
“What?” She scrambled out of the recliner, which wasn’t an easy feat as it was still fully reclined.
Isaac laughed and pushed his button to drop the legs on his chair, then did the same for hers. He stood and opened his arms. “Sorry. I shouldn’t tease you. It’s not even seven a.m.”
She walked into his arms and hugged him tight. “Normally, I love to be teased, especially by you, but I’m a mess right now.”
“I understand. What can I do to help? Besides not teasing.”
“You’re doing it.” She cuddled in against him, and Isaac savored her firm body and her sweet smell. He could do this all day long. Unfortunately, they had to face her crazy, mafia-affiliated ex tonight. After that was over, they would have to figure out how to make a long-distance relationship work.
There was no other option. Now that he knew what it felt like to be with Cosette, he couldn’t go back.