Page 9 of Our Lips Are Sealed
“Sleep is what you wanted,” he whispered. “So, go back to sleep.”
“That’s kind of hard to do with you in here.”
Samuel’s eyes opened, and he looked over at her, his usual sharp features softened by the rest he’d had. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Rolling to his side, his hand locked onto her waist, and he dragged her to him. She halfheartedly attempted to squirm away but stopped fighting when he wrapped her in his heat.
“What in the hell,” she said, realizing her nightgown was missing. “I don’t have any clothes on.”
“Is that a problem?”
“When I said I wanted to sleep, I meant alone.”
“And I said that’s not happening.” He rubbed his growing arousal into her back. “Now be quiet before I change your mind about only wanting rest.”
Too late for that.
She wiggled her bottom. “My inner sixteen-year-old self is squealing right now.”
The hand at her hip trailed upward to massage a breast. “Go to sleep, Evangeline,” he whispered, licking along the shell of her ear while his thumb brushed back and forth over a nipple. “It’s almost dawn, and I promised my dad I would leave early to avoid Jamison, should she decide to go for another morning beach run.”
So much had happened over the last twenty-four hours that it made Evie’s head spin. She and Samuel were together, happy, and ready to move forward. Ben was aware of their relationship, and while not totally accepting of the idea, he was willing to try to be understanding.
Jamison, although, remained unaware.
But as of tomorrow, that would change. Impatient as ever, Samuel had wanted to tell her last night, but Ben talked him out of it as the three of them shared a drink after work. “Wait until the weekend,” his father had said. “What’s one more night?’
Evie wiggled her bottom again, earning herself a bite on the neck. “I don’t think Jamison will go for a run on the beach. She and Cohen got into an argument.”
“Good,” Samuel said. “I don’t want her around him.”
Samuel hadn’t trusted the FBI agent since his arrival earlier in the week. Agent William Cohen was here to investigate a series of murders out of Missouri where paintings by Evie and Jamison’s mother were found at the scenes. The connection was slim, but Cohen’s superiors sent him to Florida anyway.
“Do you think pushing Jamison at him was a bad idea?”
Over dinner, Annabeth had filled Evie in on the latest. “She took Cohen some food and planned to offer herself up as dessert, but I’m guessing he wasn’t interested. She came back pretty quick.”
Tall, platinum blond, and beyond beautiful, ordinary men were usually no match for her sister. “That would be a first,” Evie said. “But I guess he wants to stay focused on the job and not her.”
“He can do both,” Abe had suggested with a mouth full of food. “I plotted out half of the landscaping at Firewater while I… um… had friends over.”
Annabeth rolled her eyes at her twin brother. “Anyway, she went straight up and locked herself in her room.”
After dinner, Evie hung around on the lower level, hoping to tell Samuel goodnight. He and Ben were working together in Haven’s media room’s office, cleaning up a Texas deal that had gone wrong, thanks to Claudia Fairweather.
But an hour or so later, Evie gave in to her exhaustion and trudged upstairs. She had been adamant on the way home about sleeping in her own bed tonight. Thanks to Samuel, she’d been awake for a near solid twenty-four hours and needed to rest.
On her way to her room, she’d stopped in to check on Jamison, and found her sister buried face first in the pillows on her massive bed.
“What happened?”
Waving her away, Jamison let out a strangled growl. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, do you want to talk about how I took down Claudia today?”
Jamison’s head snapped up. “What?”
Evie sat on the bed and explained the events of the day. “You should have heard her at the end. It was great.”
