Page 67 of Playing With Danger

“And feral.”

He kissed my forehead, then pulled back.

“For the record, I’d never be condescending.”

“Good to know.”

Valentine kept his chin dipped and held my stare. Something was working behind his steely-blue eyes. Even though I didn’t know what he was working out, it was fascinating to watch.

“You gonna be okay here alone?”

I wanted to point out his question was one of the many things that made him worth risking my heart. He would whisk me away if I told him I didn’t want to stay. That wasn’t possessive, that was protection.

“I’ll be fine. I can work in here until they’re done with breakfast.”

He stared at me a beat with his brows pulled together.

“Not cool you having to lock yourself in your room, baby. You wanna work from my house today?”

Again, worth it.

“It’s not a big deal,” I assured him. “And they won’t be long.”

At least I hoped not. At some point I had to shower and get ready to meet a new client for lunch.

He didn’t look happy when he mumbled, “Alright, Soph. Kiss before I leave and let you get your day started.”

I rolled up and kissed him. That lasted all of three seconds before he took over and kissed me.

His kiss was way better than mine.

“Damn, woman, you can fucking kiss.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

I saw him smile. Up close the steely-blue looked like gun metal.

“Sucks I can’t see you tonight. Lunch tomorrow?” he asked.

That’s when it hit me.

Hot Cop.

I was dating a cop.

And not just a cop, a SWAT officer.

Tonight he’d be out with his team doing whatever the SWAT team did, which were things I knew I didn’t want to think about too deeply or it would scare the hell out of me.

“Yeah, Valentine, lunch tomorrow.”

“Would it fuck your day if after lunch you worked the rest of the day at my house?”

It absolutely would. I had very little faith in myself that I would be able to concentrate on work with a hot, six-foot…

“How tall are you?”

“Six-two. What does my height have to do with you working from my house?”

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