Page 139 of The Bodyguard

The corners of his lips curled. “Or you’ll fitbetterinto your skirts. ’Cause, I’m not going to lie, I love your ass. More of it won’t be a bad thing.”

A blush shot from her neck into her cheeks. “Sometimes the chicken has to be skinless and the vegetables steamed.”

He shook his head, his smile deepening. “The things I will do to make you happy.”

“I’ll cook sometimes.”

“And I’ll eat it. Sometimes.”

Playfully, she shoved him. “I like to bake.”

The corners of his eyes tightened. “I didn’t know that.”

“See. There are many things we don’t know about each other yet, even if it seems like we know everything.”

His hand ran up her spine and into her loose hair. “What are you going to make me?”

“Whole-grain bread.”

Sawyer laughed and rolled on top of her. “What if I ask for something sweet?”

“You’d have to ask nicely.”

His hips rolled between her legs, and his lips dipped below her ear. Sawyer took his time whispering, “I always ask nicely.”

That was true. “I’m pretty sure I have everything to make cookies.”

Sawyer asked her to bake them, and he did sovery, verynicely.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Angela woke to the sound of a phone ringing. It wasn’t either of their cell phones, and it took her more than a minute to place. Their safe house had a landline. She’d registered it as a relic from years gone by or maybe a necessity of living in a remote part of somewhere within a forest. Either way, the thought had been fleeting.

“Sawyer.” Angela nudged him. “The phone is ringing.”

He slapped the nightstand as though he were trying to snooze an alarm. “It’s not.”

“The kitchen. The phone on the wall.”

With tousled hair and sleepy eyes, he inched off his pillow. She saw the mental gymnastics of who might call the landline that hadn’t rung once since they’d arrived, then Sawyer lumbered out of bed, walking his naked self out of the bedroom.

He returned with the cobwebs seemingly cleared out of his sleepy thoughts. “It’s time.”

“That was them?”

He nodded and searched the floor for the clothing they’d discarded before falling into bed together. “Yup. You’re scheduled to testify this afternoon.”

Her stomach dropped like a boulder pushed into the sea. “Today?”

He nodded.

“How do we know it’s them?” She gathered the sheets up to her chin, hiding as Sawyer walked around the room, gathering his belongings.

“They said they’d get a hold of us. They identified themselves the way they’d said they would.”

“I thought that was if they knocked on the door.”

“Or, apparently, if they called.” He paused, took her in as she hid under the sheets, and sat beside her. Sawyer brushed her hair off of her face. “You’re ready for this.”

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