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My hand instinctively squeezes.

Ass.

Mmm.

Nice.

“Go back to sleep,” I grumble.

“Micah.” My name is whispered against the skin of my neck. I’m so fucking hot but I don’t give a shit. “You said you were a light sleeper. Your phone has been vibrating on the table. Someone is looking for you.”

I drag my eyes open. It’s still mostly dark. I’m on my back and my new favorite geriatric doctor is sprawled over me. My cock, which took forever to settle down last night, is in true form once again. It’s like he’s waiting for me to wake up and have important conversations where he’ll be the star of the show.

I flipped channels for thirty minutes when I felt her weight go heavy against my chest. Sleeping next to Evie did not suck.

Feeling a kink form in my back from sleeping on the sofa did.

I still wouldn’t change it. Close quarters with Evie is something I enjoy.

I don’t look at my phone. I look at the woman on top of me. Her eyes are sleepy, and her hair is a mess. She has a crease down the side of her face from laying on my chest.

I run my hand through her hair. “Good morning.”

A small smile tugs at her pink lips. “You’re not nearly as soft as my Sleep Number bed.”

I lift my hips. “There’s nothing soft on me, baby.”

Her eyes flare.

My phone vibrates again. I snag my phone from the coffee table. “Shit.”

She leans up a little farther on my chest and frowns, but my hand stays planted on her ass. She’s not going anywhere. “What is it?”

“Damn, either missing a whole night’s sleep really did me in, or I sleep better with you. My partner, my boss, and three calls from the office. This can’t be good before the sun rises on a Saturday. They actually have lives outside of the office.”

I hit go on Brax’s number. He forgoes the pleasantries. “Where the fuck are you, and why aren’t you answering your phone?”

I avoid the first question like the plague. “I was asleep. What’s up?”

“What’s up? You only thought your case went to shit this week, that’s what’s up.”

All of a sudden my brain is as alert as my cock. “What’s going on?”

“Those new pole cameras you put up on that house have seen a lot of activity. It’s mayhem. Miami PD is crawling all over the place. We’ve got a dead body and a house full of cash.”

“Fuck.” I roll Evie to the side so I can stand. “When did this happen?”

“In the last hour. Tim and I just got here, but so did the media. We’re staying out of the way, and Tim is doing everything he can to get Miami Narcs to cooperate so your case stays clean. When I say there’s a lot of cash, Micah, it’s a fucking understatement. You were right about the house, but this is not good for your case.”

I run my hand through my hair and stuff my feet in my shoes. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Fifteen?” Brax asks. “We’re at least forty minutes from your condo. Where are you?”

I turn, and Evie is on her way to the kitchen. I follow as I talk to Brax. “Now the house is burned, dammit. Miami is going to want that cash. I don’t blame them, that’s a good hit for anyone. Run a dog on it. We know it’ll hit, but then Miami can confiscate it. I’ll write it into our case later. I need to see that video. Be there soon.”

“Micah—” he calls for me, but I hang up.

I stop at the island across from where she’s firing up the espresso machine. “Evie, I’ve got to go.”

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