Page 173 of Duty and Desire
And the couch he’d slept on without her for a week.
These thoughts on his mind, Lottie’s taste in his mouth, Mo broke the kiss, trailed his lips to her ear and asked, “You good?”
“Tremendous,” she replied, pressing into him. “Though, hungry.”
Yeah, he was too.
“And Mag got home a while ago,” she went on. “We should probably come up for air and go see if the Rockies won.”
This meant, go out and start laying the groundwork to find out what kind of guy Mag was so she could set him up with the right woman.
Mo grinned at her.
Lottie knew he knew what was on her mind and she grinned back.
He touched his mouth to that grin, pulled away and muttered, “Gotta do one thing first.”
“Okay, baby,” she replied.
He kept her close and reached an arm beyond her to his nightstand, tagging his phone.
He brought it back, engaging the screen, letting it see his face then he rolled to his back, taking Lottie with him so she was draped down his side.
She rested her cheek on his shoulder and commenced drawing random patterns on his chest.
Mo suddenly wasn’t all that hungry.
He hit the phone button on his screen and made his call.
“Well, hello, Mo, so glad you called. This means I can talk Trine down from sending out a search party.”
Mo smiled at the ceiling.
“Hey, Ma.”
He felt Lottie tip her head to look up at him.
He kept his eyes on his ceiling.
“How are things?” his mother asked.
“Things are great,” he replied.
“Great?”
Her tone was a mix of surprised, dubious and concerned.
To say his mother was not in the dark about some, if not all, of his issues was an understatement.
“Yeah, Ma, just got off a job.”
“Hawk giving you some downtime?”
“Yeah. But back tomorrow,” he told her. “Though after check in and debrief, hopin’ he’ll give me the weekend.” He paused before he shared, “Listen, I met somebody.”
Lottie tensed in his hold.
Complete silence from his mother.
