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Nick chuckled, then thanked Gage and ended the call.

“Think you can rest a little now?” he asked.

She snuggled in closer, her hip pressing against his groin, and he barely suppressed a groan.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “Want to watch some TV with me?”

He hated TV. But he’d pretty much give her anything she wanted at this point if it made her happy. At least this was something he could do for her. “Sure.”

Chapter Sixteen

“Jesus, I thought they were brother and sister!”

Grace smiled as Nick sat up straighter, as entranced by the show as she knew he’d be. Even people who didn’t normally watch television—which just seemed un-American to Grace—couldn’t resist Game of Thrones. Wait until he saw what Jaime Lannister was going to do to—

“Holy fuck! Did he just push that kid out the window?”

“Yep.”

Nick lapsed into speechlessness as the final credits rolled, which Grace understood completely. The show had done that to her more times than she could count.

Grace snagged the remote out of his hand and shut off the television. He let out a disappointed sigh and asked, “Ready to get some rest?”

“No,” she said. “I just need to rest my eyes. Keep talking to me.”

And he did. They talked for hours.

They covered everything from his days as a poor trailer park kid in Jersey, to his time in the military, to the attack that ended his career as a Marine, opening the door to his career as an air marshal.

They talked about her awkward preteen years, before she found make-up and a good hair gel to tame her unruly mop of hair, back when she wore glasses and braces and was sure no one would ever love her.

He listened intently as she talked about her marriage, and her guilt for not feeling, well, more about its demise.

Then, because the conversation was getting way too heavy for her liking, she switched to lighter fare.

“Iron Man or Batman?”

He scoffed. “Duh. Superman.”

Typical dude answer. “Wrong. The correct answer is Iron Man. Although, you could’ve made an argument for Batman. Superman is just wrong.”

“Self-centered rich dudes with God complexes over an alien superhero?” She felt him shake his head. “It’s not even close. Besides, I thought you’d choose Wonder Woman.”

Now she scoffed. “No way. That invisible jet thing is just lame. Ruins her whole image.”

“Fair enough. John McClane or Martin Riggs?” he asked.

This time she scoffed. “Jason Bourne.”

He chuckled. “Touché. Star Wars or Star Trek?”

“Trick question. Both are right. Unless you’re talking about the Star Wars prequels, then I say nuke Anakin. And if you’re talking about Star Trek: The Next Generation, I say nuke Wesley.”

“OK.” His fingers found their way into her hair and gently started shifting through the strands. Grace fought the urge to rub against his hand and purr like a kitten. “Football or baseball?” he asked.

“MMA fighting.”

“You like MMA fighting?”

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