Page 35 of Thornhill Road

Still in a fog after that kiss, I shook my head and muttered, “Mustang—”

“What time do you work in the morning?” he asked, cutting me off.

“Um, six o’clock, which means I’m up at four.”

“Fine. Early bird special it is.”

“What? No.” I regained my footing and pulled back a little as I told him, “I need to go home and sleep. This is my last stop. I’ve been awake for almost forty-eight hours and—”

He cut me off again. This time with a kiss.

The footing I regained was lost once more as he wrapped his free arm around my waist and hauled me closer.

Regrettably, this kiss was much shorter.

“Give me your address,” he demanded, his lips still grazing mine. “I’ll meet you there when you’re done here, cook you dinner before I fuck you; then you can get that sleep you need.”

Even in his hold, I still managed to fall a little.

His grip around me tightened as the corner of his mouth stretched into a half-smile.

Another zing ricocheted in my belly.

“Address, baby.”

My address fell right out of my mouth.

He repeated it, then the hand that was in my hair let go in order to reach down and squeeze one side of my butt.

A thrill raced up my spine at that promise.

“What time will you be home?”

“Quarter after four, if Ed’s okay,” I breathed.

He jerked his chin in a nod. “Gonna let you go now, sugar. You good?”

“Mmhmm,” I hummed, willing my legs to function.

Mustang let me go, then turned, mounted his bike and started her up.

Without another word, he was gone.

Apparently, I’d see him at a quarter after four.

Unless, maybe, I’d dreamed all of that.

I reached up and brushed my fingers across my lips, deliriously wondering if I’d just squeezed in a ten-minute nap.

Either way, I had a job to do.

One more patient, and then I could go home.

I shook my head clear and headed for the door.

Using the spare key Ed had given me, I let myself inside. Still, I knocked and called out, “Ed? It’s Tess.”

“Yup. In here,” he replied.

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