Page 42 of Lethal Game

He let out a gust of breath and said, “You want to know what’s bugging me? Fine, I’ll tell you.” He pointed at the bed and growled, “All I can think about is sleeping with you on that bed, knowing I won’t get any sleep at all.”

She snorted. “Of course, we wouldn’t get any sleep. All you’d have to do is turn over once and you’d squish me.”

Con covered his face with one hand for a moment. When he dropped it, he was laughing. Hard.

He moved over to sit on the bed and continued to laugh. “You never say, do or think in a way I can predict.” He shook his head. “You are the most frustrating woman I’ve ever met.”

“Ha.” She walked over and poked him in the chest. “I am aconstantfucking delight.”

He looked at her, his face alight with amusement, his eyes burning with what she now recognized as desire, and said, “Yes, you are.”

A soft knock at the door and Con was up and heading toward it before she even realized what was going on. Gone was the amused man. In his place was the deadly soldier. He pointed at her to hide in the corner where someone in the doorway couldn’t see her, then opened it.

No words were exchanged, but Max came in with a cot and a sleeping bag.

As soon as the door was closed, Max turned on Con and asked, “Why the hell is your shirt undone?”

“Sophia thought I might have gotten injured when I took down those two goons earlier.”

“He’s got an irrational fear of hospitals,” she said wryly to Max, coming out of the corner.

“My dislike of hospitals is based on very rational reasons, thank you very much. Most of which involve pain, boredom, and pain.”

“You saidpaintwice.”

“It hurt,” he told her. “A lot.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Baby.”

“Bossy.”

“Shut up, both of you.” Max sounded fed up and looked it too. “Here’s your cot, Sophia.” He dropped it on the floor. “In light of tonight’s events, you and your bodyguard can report in at 0900.”

“Whoopee, we get to sleep in a whole two hours.”

“Hey,” Con said. “Two hours of sleep is two hours of sleep. Don’t knock our benefactor.”

Sophia rolled her eyes.

“This is a terrible idea,” Max muttered as he shook his head and left. “They’re too much alike.”

Con locked the door and smiled at her. “That was awesome.”

She blinked. “I didn’t plan on being so irritating, it just sort of happened.”

“I know, that’s what makes it so awesome.” He held out his fist toward her.

She glanced at it for a second, then very slowly bumped it with her own fist. “We’re starting to think like a team?” she guessed.

“Yeah.” For a moment he looked like someone had hit him in the back of the head with a bat. He turned away, picked up her cot and began assembling it.

It only took him twenty seconds or so to have the cot ready. He put it against the wall leaving a space between his bed and her cot to walk.

Too much space, and she was starting to shiver. When had she gotten so cold?

“Con?”

He pulled the sleeping bag out of its sleeve and unrolled it on the cot. “What?” he asked without looking at her.

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