Page 47 of Edge of Danger

“This is a great sandwich,” he grunted around a mouthful of food. “Just what I needed.”

“I’m glad.”

He looked up at her, touching one hand to hers. “I needed this too.”

“I’m not very good at it.”

“You’re just fine.” He pulled her around and into his lap before she could think to stop him.

Not that she would’ve wanted to stop him. Not for anything.

Even so, she had to know. “You told me a few nights ago you didn’t want us to go anywhere until all these problems were worked out.”

“I did say that.” His arms locked around her, pulling her close to his bare chest.

She touched a gentle hand to his bruised shoulder. “This doesn’t look like things are worked out.”

“Sometimes I wish I’d keep my mouth shut,” he grumbled.

There was no way to fight it. Not that she tried very hard or wanted to try.

Not when she was so close to him, and he was so warm and firm and strong.

His face filled her awareness an instant before his lips met hers and pulled her down, down into a sweet, soft kiss. Maybe it was two days spent thinking he hated her that made it so sweet. So special.

Soreness didn’t seem to slow him down. His arms tightened as the kiss deepened. She was careful not to hurt him but couldn’t possibly resist the urge to touch him. To feel for herself his smooth skin, the muscles warm underneath.

She was hungry for more than a sandwich. The sort of hunger he stirred in her couldn’t be satisfied by anything but him.

Her hunger deepened. The way he kissed her. The way he held her. The way his hand burned a trail down her back. Would she ever be able to get enough of him? Or would every touch and kiss leave her wanting more? The way they did now.

There was nothing in the world that could’ve stopped them.

Except for somebody who couldn’t speak, but could certainly make his presence known.

Tessa giggled when Walker’s cries came through the monitor. “He has a sixth sense, I swear.”

Brax blew out a sigh, then laughed. “His timing is impeccable.”

“He’s probably hungry. It’s almost three. I could heat up a bottle.”

There wasn’t much she felt less like doing than working her way off Brax’s lap, but it had to be done. What was she going to do otherwise? Their first time couldn’t be on the kitchen floor.

By the time she had water simmering on the stove and the bottle warming up in the pan, Brax brought Walker down to the kitchen.

She tried not to care that Brax now wore a T-shirt, but it wasn’t easy.

“Hey, buddy. You hungry?” Tessa stroked Walker’s smooth, soft cheek before kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah, he was telling me upstairs he had a craving for a turkey sandwich, but I reminded him about the whole teeth thing. They help when it comes to chewing.” The way Brax smiled at the baby melted her heart.

The three of them jumped when one of the living room windows shattered.

Brax handed a screaming Walker to her and positioned himself between her and the living room. Tessa might’ve screamed a little, too, out of surprise, but it was all a blur.

She followed a step behind Brax as they moved toward the sound. Her heart raced, and her stomach churned as she clutched Walker to her chest, cupping his tiny head and tucking it under her chin.

His arm shot out, stopping her before they reached the living room.

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