He hadn’t been up long then, and for some ridiculous reason, this made her feel better. “You okay?” he asked, voice low and morning gruff. And because of that, it’d become a big problem in their relationship. She couldn’t help it the way he was taking on more and more of these types of jobs was a big problem for her.
You’re the one who picked a fight over his job, which is as much a part of him as you are… Your fault, she reminded herself, and tried to swallow the ball of anxiety over the fact that he was leaving for one of his dangerous DEA jobs while they were barely speaking. His dark brown eyes could be cool and unreadable-his cop eyes-or soft, melting chocolate, like when he was feeling frisky, though she hadn’t seen that side of him lately. Whatever he saw had him moving from his duffel bag to the side of the bed, where he stood looking down at her. His mouth tightened slightly as his eyes scanned her from head to toe. “Seems like,” she answered, hearing the exhaustion in her voice.Įvidently Sawyer did as well. And right now the bear stopped shoving things into a duffel bag and looked at her, quiet and assessing, taking her temperature from across the room. “Officer Hottie,” she murmured, and had the pleasure of seeing the big, badass, steely man grimace at the nickname he hated.įive years and she still loved to poke the bear.
She sat up and blearily blinked into focus a sight that immediately had her brain clearing. Chloe came awake aware of two things: one, she was alone in the bed, and two, she didn’t like being alone in the bed.
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