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“I’m not cute. I’m manly. Handsome. Sexy.”
“Yep, you’re all of those things too. And I love you.” Leaning down, she kissed him softly. Then she deepened it before pulling back with a groan. “I physically cannot do anything more tonight. I’m beat.”
She attempted to get out of bed, but he reached over with an arm and drew her back into his embrace. “Where are you going? Do you have to pee again?”
“No!” she cried. “I’m getting my pajamas.”
“You don’t need pajamas.” He drew her so close she was cradled against him, her bottom pressed to his stomach and his arm wrapped around her.
“What if I get cold?” she asked as she yawned, growing sleepy.
“I’ll keep you warm.”
“What if there’s an emergency?”
“Then we’ll both be naked.”
“What if I like to sleep with something on?” she asked.
“You can wear me. And if you have something on, then I can’t sleep like this.” He slid his hand between her legs to cup her pussy.
Dear Lord.
He really expected her to sleep like this? No way was that happening.
Not . . . happening . . . at all.
That was her last thought as she drifted off to sleep.
32
“Brother! You’re famous!” Clay called out as he bounced his way into Travis’ office on Monday morning. Tyler followed him in.
Then Rusty.
Where was Jace?
They always had a meeting on Monday mornings at Raptor Inc. A catch-up and a look to the week ahead. Unless one of them was away for some reason.
“Where’s Jace?” he asked as Rusty handed him a coffee.
His quiet brother glanced down at his computer screen, raising an eyebrow as he saw the image on it.
“You know, I thought if you ended up with your photo in the papers it would be because you were being arrested for finally losing your mind and killing someone. Probably Tyler. Although, maybe that would be Rusty.”
Rusty didn’t even turn to look at Clay as he babbled on. “You’re moving fast.”
“Not fast enough for me. You think she’ll like it?
Rusty shrugged. “She know you’re planning on tracking her?”
“What? Who are you tracking?” Clay asked, moving over to peer down at the screen. “Hey, you’re buying a tracker? And putting it in a necklace . . . wait, is that more like a collar?”
“You’re going to collar her?” Tyler asked. “Whoa. That’s moving fast, isn’t it?”
“Not fast enough,” he grumbled. “She won’t move in with me. Says we have to get to know each other better first. I’ve known her for over twenty years! How much longer do we need?”
“You asked her to move in?” Clay asked, gaping at him.
