Page 52 of Nothing to Beat

When it did, she spoke before he could.“That was at least ten rings, Stat.Are you mad at me?”

“I was in the shower.”

“Huh, you’re the second man I’ve dragged from the shower today.”

How did Tripp get his hair so soft?And that dark brown laced through the honey and caramel hues.Had to be a professional job, didn’t it?Maybe, but she couldn’t see him sitting in one place long enough for anyone to color his hair.

“Why were you in the shower with Tripp?”

“He isn’t the man I was talking about, but I am in bed with him right now.”

“At this time of day, that means nothing.He’s still unconscious.”

Probably not quite, but he definitely hadn’t stirred.

“How many women sneak in and out of bed with him all the time?He should install a turnstile.Nothing to worry about.The boy wouldn’t know what to do with me even if he tried.”

“No, he would not.Are you coming home today?”

Oh, her man, so predictable.“No foreplay?Straight to the climax?”

“Never had a problem with me taking you there before.”

“Your brother’s in the room, baby.I don’t think he’d appreciate waking up to us having phone sex.”

“Better your side than his,” the guy lying beside her mumbled from the corner of his mouth without moving.

Pushing his head into the pillow, she silenced him and lay down on her side, back to the slumberer.

“Do you have interviews today?”

“That why you called me, Coy?”Breck asked.“To ask about interviews?Worried I’m just lying around watching TV?”

“You deserve some time just laying around.”Though nothing would be more foreign to him.“I called because…” She couldn’t be forthcoming with certain details, that didn’t mean she should hide everything.“You’ve been with me.I couldn’t sleep last night.”

“Which only happens when you feel you’ve left something undone.”

“I don’t like to leave things undone.”

“No, you do not.”Neither did he.“So you got up and did it.”

“I did.”

The reassurance of their familiarity was exactly what she needed.Drawing her knees up, she closed her eyes to bask in the comfort of his voice.

“And with me not there to drag you back, you never returned to bed.”

“This is why I love you.You always know what I need.”

“You need me, and you left.You left our family.”

For then, it might be just them, would it always be that way?

“I’m doing it again,” she murmured on a sigh.Falling into him, them, wasn’t fair with so much uncertainty hovering.“When will I learn to distance myself?”

“Never.You never have to learn andwe’re doing it again.We talk to each other like this, rely on each other, because we’re in love and building a future.”

“We’re not supposed to be doing that.”

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