Page 50 of Taken by the Lawman

“I can sleep on either.” He tossed the wet towel over the arm of the chair and crawled into bed.

She rolled and looked at him, smiling. “Who would have even thought this would happen. That we’d be sharing a bed.”

“Yeah, I certainly wouldn’t have thought it possible, unless it was a burning bed.”

“You really thought I disliked you that much?”

“Pretty much. I’ll never forget the time you called me into your office and told me I was an incapable dimwit that should be working a chain gang and not a crime scene.”

She popped her head up, her mouth twisting. “I said no such thing.”

He laughed. “No, but I could read between the lines.” He closed his eyes, feeling exhaustion fill his muscles.

“Do you like undercover work?”

“I do.” He opened one eye to a slit. “Do you enjoy being a supervisor?”

“At times. I can’t believe the killer hasn’t called yet.”

He opened both eyes. “Honestly, I’d forgotten about the case.”

She was plucking at a thread on the sheet. “That’s easy to do here on the ranch. It’s like an island.”

Should he even mention that it was easy for him to forget anything when she was around. No, he needed to keep things distant if he planned to keep his hands off her. “Much different out here than in the city.”

Her hair was spread out over the pillow. Her cheeks were rosy, and she looked beautiful. “I guess I should let you sleep.”

“I reckon so.” He closed his eyes, feeing an urge in his body. Behave yourself.

“One more question, Deegan.” Her voice was soft. “What do you know about children that would make you offer to have one with me?”

He didn’t even open his eyes. “Not a damn thing. But what I do know is that I want you, Kiersten. Not for just today. Not for just tomorrow. But for always.”

Then silence took over as they fell asleep.

Deegan popped up from the bed, unsure of what awoke him until he saw that the screen on his phone was lit up. Max had left a voice message.

“I think I know who killed her, Deegan. Meet me at my office tonight.”

Looking over at Kiersten, she had her back to him and the sheet was tossed to the side. The T-shirt had ridden high up on her waist and her itty-bitty blue thong exposed her firm ass. His cock jerked and he could barely breathe, but he had a crime to solve.

Shaking her shoulder gently, he then swept the hair off her cheek. She stretched, and her eyes fluttered open. “Deegan? What’s wrong?” She sat up.

“Max called me. He said he has news.”

---