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I'm in deep shit with this girl.

Chapter 29

Do You Need Me?

Megan

Idon’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but when I wake, the room is pitch black, and I’m still enveloped in a set of powerful arms.

Shirtless but still in slacks, Hunter is sleeping, but you can barely tell.

His breathing is quiet.

Face at rest with zero expression.

Gun on the nightstand.

There’s no weird eye twitching or snoring, as most men do. It’s almost as if he never fully falls into a deep sleep because he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

My stomach growls, and I realize that I probably haven’t eaten anything in at least twelve hours, and even then, I only had a few Blue Whiskey wings. I try my best to slide myself out of his embrace so that I won’t wake him, but it’s no use. Just the slight movement of my left arm wakes him right up.

He tightens his grip around my waist.

“And where are you going?” he asks with a luscious, low voice that makes my stomach stir.

“To eat. I’m starving.”

“There’s nothing in that kitchen worth eating. Why do you think I always come down to your place for breakfast? I’ll take you somewhere.”

“Where are we going to go at this time of night?”

“There’s an all-night restaurant fifteen minutes from here. They serve pretty decent Asian-American fusion food. They usually keep a table open for me.”

“Of course they do.”

I reach my arms around his neck as the last few hours of my life hit me hard like a ton of bricks. I never have to worry about Samuel, Veronica, or Rachel again. I don’t have to pay them. I never have to see them again. I don’t even have to think about them.

“Did I ever say thank you?” I ask him.

“I’m not sure. Those aren’t words that I’d ever need or expect from you.”

“Well, thank you anyway.”

I stare for a moment into Hunter’s eyes and am in awe at the way he protected me today.

How he always protects me.

“Don’t think about it anymore.”

“I think the words you were looking for wereyou’re welcome.”

“Go brush your teeth so we can get going.”

“Why?” I crawl the length of his body and straddle his hips. “Does my breath smell?” I blow in his face.

“What are you doing, Megan?”

“What do you mean? I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.”

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