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He tries to smile but fails. Instead he closes his eyes and leans against his hand, murmuring, “Keep talking. Maybe I can get a few minutes before the other two get here.”

He really does look as if he could fall asleep any second now.

“Am I that boring?”

Tyson’s eyes open in alarm. “No! God, no. You’re far from boring. I’ve barely slept since I left Tuesday morning.”

I know the feeling. Since Tyson hadn’t been in my bed this past week, I couldn’t get comfortable or fall asleep for long. Each morning, I used an eye mask to hide the wrinkles and dark circles under my eyes and drank an entire pot of coffee before heading out to work.

“Are you going to be able to participate in this meeting?”

From the corner of my eye, I see Brent and Amy walk in and spot us.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Amy’s perfume will keep me awake,” he grumbles.

“Let’s talk after the meeting. Time to get professional,” I say quietly enough for only him to hear.

An hour and a half later, we’ve made progress on the account. I picked which ideas from each that would work and gave them their next deadline.

We’re almost to the door when I turn to Tyson and place my hand on his bicep. I love the way it flexes underneath my touch. “Why don’t you come over tonight and we both get some sleep?”

Brushing his lips against my ear, he answers. “That sounds great.”

A shiver trails down my entire body from only one small touch.

“You want me,” he states. “I can’t wait until I sink deep inside of you.”

Fuck.

I did want him. Always. But he was not going to like the news I had to tell him.

“Um… It’s a whole different crime scene down there now.”

Taking a step back, his straight brows pull together as his gaze aims straight to between my thighs. Thank God, Amy and Brent already left. “What? When I asked you about it the other day you said you were mostly healed.”

“Walk me out and I’ll tell you, I have to get back to the office for a conference call.”

Once outside, we see that the weather has turned dark, dreary, and misty, Tyson places his hand to the small of my back and ushers me to the nearest cab. “I’ll see you back at the office.”

“We can share unless you drove.” The restaurant isn’t far from the office, but if we walk back, we’ll be wet and miserable for the rest of the day.

“Are you sure?” he asks, looking around most probably for Amy and Brent.

“I’m sure. Hop in.”

Sliding in next to me, Tyson doesn’t leave any room between us. Instead, he puts his arm around my shoulders and draws me closer until my head rests on his shoulder.

“That’s better,” he mutters, burying his face in my hair. “I missed you.”

A smile tips my lips. “I missed you too.”

“What’s this crime scene you mentioned going on in your pants? Or should I say skirt? Please tell me you have underwear on right now.” He moans, sounding as if he’s in pain.

“I can assure you that I do in fact have on underwear. They’re pink and lacy.”

Tyson groans from beside me. “No more. You’re killing me as I picture your hot body in nothing but those panties.”

“Sorry.” Not sorry.

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