Chapter Sixteen
Pat had never had sucha rested sleep before in his life.Opening his eyes, he already knew Ava was awake.She didn’t sleep for long, and was always an early riser.Glancing toward her, he saw her sweet, soft smile.
“Good morning,” she said.
He didn’t respond, but reached out, gripped the back of her neck, and pulled her close.Last night, he had expected nightmares after killing Solomon.That man had been linked to his past, and in truth, he never expected that to come leaking into the present.He never intended to see him again.Now, that man was dead.
The cartel was using people, offering them rewards, and then killing them once the job was done.They did it to that single mother, they did it to the mechanic.The only question was, where were they going to hit next?
Kissing his woman, he pushed that fucked-up shit out of his mind.Being with Ava kept the nightmares at bay.Not once had he woken up, nor had a bad dream.
“Morning breath,” Ava said again, breaking from the kiss.
“I don’t care.”
Ava laughed.
Bernice whimpered and Pat frowned.
“It’s after eight,” Ava said.“She’s getting pretty desperate and you asked that I never leave your bed, so I stayed, and now she really needs to go and so do I.”
“How long have you been up?”he asked.
“Since six-thirty, roughly.I don’t put a time on it.”
He couldn’t believe he had slept that much longer than her.
“I know you’re not going to sneak off.If you need to go to the bathroom, take Bernice,” Pat said.“Just make sure you come back.”
Ava cupped his face.“Always.”She pulled out of the bed.
“You go to the bathroom.I’ll take Bernice,” he said.
Ava nodded and then stopped him by kissing him again.“Thank you.”
She was completely naked because last night he refused to let her wear any pajamas or nightshirt.He wanted to feel his woman naked against him, and he watched that curvy ass as she walked away from him.