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“I, uh—” She looked to Micah asleep in the bed.

“He’s going to sleep through the night. There’s no sense in you staying and you’ll be safe at his house now.”

Patsy nodded. “All right. It was nice meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Turner. Goodnight.” With one last look at Micah, she walked out of the room with Coby then walked with the man to the parking lot.

“Where’s Micah’s car?” she asked looking around for the Vette.

“I drove it to his house with agent Carver following me.” He chuckled. “If Micah finds out someone else drove it, he’ll be fit to be tied.”

Patsy smiled but didn’t say anything because all she could think about was how she’d stay with Micah until he was well enough to be on his own, but then she was leaving him.

Chapter Ten

Micah sat in his recliner, watching TV while Patsy lay on the sofa. An old black and white movie was on but really didn’t interest him. He kept glancing over to her, but she had barely looked at him since he was released from the hospital two days ago. He wasn’t sure what was going on in that beautiful head of hers but he also was scared to find out. Since Melbourne was now dead, there was no real reason for her to stay with him. Pete Dowling was dead too. The FBI had raided a drug house and he was there. He shot at the agents and was killed in the shootout. Micah seriously doubted that Dowling knew anything about the hit out on Patsy since he hadn’t visited White in a long time. Apparently, he was done with that time in his life. The man White had paying Melbourne was his lawyer, and he turned himself in because he didn’t want anything more to do with White. His only stipulation was that he not be placed in the same prison as White.

“Do you need anything?” Patsy asked as she rose from the sofa.

“You.” Micah watched her bite her bottom lip but she didn’t move from where she stood.

“You need to rest, Micah.”

“I’ve rested enough,” he snapped back then shook his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bite your head off. I’m just tired of sitting around.”

She laughed. “Now you know how I felt being cooped up.”

“Patsy, what’s wrong? You’ve barely said two words to me since I’ve been home and those are mostly to ask if I need something or to take a painkiller.”

“There’s nothing—”

“Bullshit. There’s something going on with you. Tell me.”

“I-I’m still in shock over seeing you get shot, Micah. That’s all.”

He put his hand out to her.

“Come here,” he said quietly but she shook her head. “Patsy, please.”

She took a deep breath and walked to him then took his hand. When he tugged her down onto his lap, she gave a small squeak and tried to sit up.

“You’re going to hurt yourself doing that,” she said while glaring at him.

“I’m fine, Patsy. I’m sore but not too sore to hold you. Just sit with me. I was in the hospital away from you because I had to be, but I need to hold you. I can feel you pulling away from me.” He kissed the top of her head.

“I’m not pulling away. I just don’t want to hurt your shoulder.”

She put her head on his other shoulder and kissed his neck.

“My shoulder will be fine. I’m sorry you had to see that, but it happens—”

She pushed away to sit up and looked at him. “I know it happens and I hate it.”

Micah shrugged. “It’s my job. Come back here.”

After a slight hesitation, she settled back against him put her face in his neck and her arm up around his shoulder. He felt her kiss his neck and his dick was ready to go. She sat up and looked at him.

“What?” he asked.

“Seriously?” She wiggled her butt against him. “Something is certainly feeling fine.”

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