Page 10 of Power Switch

“Seriously? You used the one I was wearing?”

“I'm resourceful,” he says with a shrug as he adjusts his massive erection beneath his dark suit pants.

I wince at the clear discomfort he’s in. Pointing at his crotch, I waggle my finger back and forth. “What about your situation?”

“It's my penance.”

I snort and swipe my bra off the floor before sliding the straps up my arms. With the unicorns officially drowned, I slide on a fresh pair of underwear before searching for my other discarded clothes. As I get dressed, Trey grabs his holster off the dresser.

The holster, suit, styled hair…. Wait a second.

“Are you working today? Yesterday you said today was your day off.”

Only once both guns are situated and secured does he answer. “It is, technically.”

“Okay,” I say slowly. Shoving my arms through the sleeves of my shirt, I push it over my head. “Then why are you here, armed? You never carry unless you're working.”

His sigh increases my nerves.

“Is there some kind of threat? Am I in danger?”

Trey reaches up to rake his fingers through his hair, then pauses like he just remembered it was fixed and shouldn't mess it up. “No. Well, I guess technically you always are, but nothing specific as to why I'm here.”

“Then why?”

“I wanted to be here for your meeting with the AAG. Tank stopped by this morning and brought up what happened last night with the Sam guy. We didn't want to raise any red flags by coming by as your friends, so we switched places with a couple of the beta team agents.” He shrugs like the gesture isn't a big deal. With a tug on one sleeve and then the other, he peers up through his dark lashes. “Is that okay?”

It only takes two running steps to reach him. His eyes go wide, understanding my intentions just before I jump, latching onto his shoulders and wrapping my thighs around his waist. Once we’re nose to nose, my large smile causes a low ache to build along my cheeks.

“Yes, it's okay. It's more than okay. I can't believe you'd do that.”

He tilts his head to the side. “I love you, Randi. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.”

“Oh, you mean like selling your soul to the dark side and pretending to be engaged to a woman you can't stand?”

“Something like that,” he says with a chuckle.

With a quick peck to the tip of his nose, I release my hold and slowly slide down his chest. Toes against the floor, I wrap my arms around his waist and tighten my hold. Cheek flush to his chest, I take a deep inhale of his unique spicy cologne.

“Hey, Mess?”

I hum a response, savoring the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me.

“Last night, you wanted to tell me something. What was it?”

My tight breath pushes back against my cheeks. “Later, Trouble. Okay?”

The way his muscles tense tells me he’s not okay with that response, but he doesn’t say a word about it.

“We'll get through this, right? Jessica, your mom, Kyle, your job, my job, everything and everyone that’s standing between us.” Dread builds in my gut as I wait for his answer.

Two fingers beneath my chin, he tilts my face up. “I won't allow any other outcome. You're mine, now and forever, Randi. I'm not saying it’ll be easy, but we'll figure it out one day at a time.”

“And the whole Kyle wanting me dead stuff? Because there’s that, and Shawn, who’s an evil psychopath who’s probably plotting my slow death as we speak.”

His features harden, lips pressed into a thin white line. “Don't worry about Kyle, or Shawn. We're all here to protect you.”

Nodding, I lean forward and rest my forehead against his hard chest.

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