Page 52 of Garrison's Creed

He kissed her softly. “Smartass. Sweet girl. Perfect woman. Whatever works—”

Knock, knock, knock.

Go away, Jared.

“Nicola, don’t make me ask if Cash is in there.” The muffled voice bled through the door.

Nope, not Jared.

Go away, Roman.

Cash kissed her again. “I think that’s my cue. I’m sorry, Nic.”

She shrugged a naked shoulder. “It’s part of the job. I’ll see you tomorrow sometime. Morning meeting, I guess?”

He shook his head. “My morning would be a hell of a lot better if I woke up next to you.”

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Go away!

“But I gotta run. Go to sleep. Soon as I’m done, I’m crawling back into this bed.”

“I sleep with a gun under my pillow. That might be a bad idea.”

“So look before you shoot.”

“All right.” She laughed, snuggling down in the covers. “I’ll look first.”

He snagged his shirt and shorts off the ground, threw them on, and loomed over her in bed. “Night, Nicola Garrison. Sweet dreams.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Nicola woke up to the scent of her shampoo and the heavy weight of solid muscle draped over her.Cash.A warm rush swirled in her stomach, and a blush heated her cheeks. He'd sneaked back into bed during the night without waking her. Then again, he was a sniper: an undetectable liquid shadow.

“Morning, Nic.” Arms that had caged her to the bed last night pulled her against his warm chest.This is a deep-sigh kind of nice.

“Morn—” The alarm clock read thirty-three minutes after it should have gone off. Had she set it? Shit. “Oh my God, I’m late. We’re late. We have to—”

“We don’t have to meet for another half hour or so.”

Nicola sprang up and out of bed, tearing through her overnight bag. “I have to get ready.”

“Throw on some clothes.”

“I can’t just throw on clothes. I have to get ready. It’s a chick thing.”

“It’s just a bunch of dudes. No one to impress.”

She smirked at him. Grabbing a brush, she combed her ragamuffin bed-head into a bun.

“Cash?”

He relaxed against the headboard, and his eyes twinkled as he enjoyed the show.

She moved around like a woman on speed, desperate for her missing makeup bag. “What are you looking at?”

She was still naked. Running around, naked and crazed.Clothes. Must find clothes.

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