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I missed him a lot those nights. Heck, I even missed him when we worked.

He was addictive.

His smiles, his touches, his words—I wanted them all the time.

I loved being at his place the most. It was becoming more like home to me because he was there.

My cell rang from on my desk. I picked it up and smiled. “I was just thinking about you.”

Drake hummed under his breath. “Was it something good? Like the way I had you screamin’ last night when I had my tongue?—”

“Drake!” I did not want anyone to walk in here to see me in a puddle of arousal.

His chuckle was low and dirty. “Is my little birdy blushing?”

Yes!

“No.”

His laughter grew louder. “Bullshit. But that’s okay. Love all your blushes, Birdy.”

My body warmed, so I fanned my face with my hand. “What did you call me about?” I asked.

“Bad news. Knife and Beast are sick, so I gotta take another shift in Melbourne.”

Dang. Of course I understood. They needed to find these people kidnapping women. Another one had disappeared just the other day. The police were doing everything they could, but it would be the Hawks brothers who went beyond what the law could.

“That’s okay. Just stay safe, please.”

“Always. Gotta come back for my woman to cook her famous country chicken.” That was what I had cooking at home in the slow cooker, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I didn’t want to upset him, and I knew he would be. Instead, my family would enjoy it.

“You just tell me when you’re available again.”

“Coyote can let you in tomorrow while I’m travelling back. Would love to see my woman in my kitchen when I got home.”

This man rushed me through so many sweet emotions. “I’ll be there.” I blew out a nervous breath and quickly added, “I like taking care of my man.”

“Christ,” he bit out. “Wish I was near you to show you how much those words meant to me, Birdy.”

“I can wait until tomorrow,” I told him with a smile.

“And I’ll make sure I show you nice and slow.”

Closing my eyes, I breathed out his name.

“Yeah, Birdy, that’s how I’ll have you soundin’.”

“I have to go before you make me combust,” I confessed with an edge to my tone as I glared down at my desk. His chuckle made me smile, though. “I wish you were here too. I wouldn’t mind practicing you know what as you sit in my office chair and I’m under the desk.”

“Jesus, Birdy. We’re makin’ that happen one day. Now I gotta go before the brothers see I’m walkin’ around with a hard-on.”

Laughing, I said, “Bye.”

“Later, darlin’.”

Just as we ended the call, my phone rang again. “Hi, Maya.”

“Hey, girl. I just heard my brother will be out of town. Texas is going too. Would you be interested in coming over? We can have a little drink, some food, do some pampering, and watch movies?”

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