Page 38 of Savage

“No, I…” I squinted at the brightness, and he let the curtain drop. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. What time is it?”

“Ten.”

I bolted upright. “In the morning?”

Lachlan cocked his head, faint amusement on his lips as he waited for me to work it out.

Obviously I knew it wasn’t bedtime, but the fact that I’d slept that long and hard somewhere I wasn’t familiar with surprised me.

Dressed in an impeccably tailored dark blue suit and tie, Lachlan looked ready to conduct a high-powered business meeting, not sit here waiting for me to wake up. Though I couldn’t deny he was an incredible sight first thing—not that he was having the same experience of me right now.

I looked down at my rumpled shirt, jeans, and the hoodie I’d taken off at some point and hoped like hell that my hair wasn’t sticking up all over the place like it usually did in the mornings.

As I ran my fingers through it to smooth it down, I said, “Did you just get back?”

“No.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I just did.”

“No, I mean when you got back.”

Lachlan crossed an ankle over his knee and lounged back casually, making an incredibly sexy picture. My dick took notice immediately, and I tugged the throw resting over me up to cover my hips.

“Why would I do that?” he said. “You were sleeping.”

“Sleeping…where, exactly?” Before he could respond, I added, “And don’t say ‘somewhere safe.’”

“But you are. Your comatose sleep proves it.”

No kidding. I’d slept so hard I felt discombobulated, but I needed my head screwed on straight, because the list of questions I had for him was a mile long.

“So…?” I waited for him to answer, and when he didn’t, I pressed on. “Is this a safe house or something?” Lachlan was in security; it would only make sense he had access to those. I neverwould’ve guessed they’d be on the luxurious side, but I wasn’t complaining.

“You can think of it that way.”

“You’re not going to tell me where, though?”

“In the city.”

“What part of the city?”

Lachlan’s mouth stayed frustratingly closed, so I decided to try a different line of questioning.

“Where’s the key card you took from me? I need it back.”

“My guys are looking into it now.”

“Your guys?”

“Yes.” He raised a brow when I jumped up off the couch and tossed the throw aside. “Is there a problem, Cooper?”

“Yes, there’s a problem. That belongs to me.”

“Actually, it belongs to a guy called Mick.”

“Who?”

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