Page 39 of His Juliet

“Yeah.”

I set my gun on the nightstand and laid back down. “Me too.” I tried to figure out what else to say, how to make it better. “Are you working in the bookstore today?”

“Yeah. I have a new shipment of books coming in.”

“Any that you’re excited to read?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Tell me about it, baby.”

Her sniffles grew less pronounced as she told me about the new book releases. I didn’t understand any of it, but I loved the passion in her voice. I could listen to her talk for hours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever read romance. Maybe I should give it a try,” I said.

“I’ll give you a copy if you come into the store.”

I smiled at her shy invitation.

“I’ll need to come in soon, then.” What I really wanted to do was go over to her apartment right now so I could hold her in my arms. But I had to be up soon. I was working with Matteo to shore up our defenses in all parts of the city. We couldn’t figure out how the Albanians were transporting girls and weapons without being caught on any of our cameras.

We both grew quiet, but there was something comforting about us being connected like this.

“Romeo?”

“Yes, Juliet?”

“Thank you.”

My throat felt tight when I responded. “Anytime, beautiful. Anytime.”

21

JULIET

Juliet

What crochet project are you working on?

Romeo

*sends picture*

I stared at the picture.There was a forest green crocheted square, but it was restingon Romeo’s lap.

Or more specifically,on top of his tight boxerson his lap.

Or more specifically,on top of the BULGEvisible through his boxers on his lap.

My insides fluttered. Did he seriously use crochet to sext me? The tiny square looked practically indecent, just barely coveringthings.

I zoomed in.

To see the design better.

For no other reason.

Romeo

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