Page 111 of Duty and Desire
It didn’t help because I could see Mo in the mirror.
His wide shoulders were to the wall and his gaze was cast to the floor, I knew, so he wouldn’t be staring at me.
God.
They needed to catch this guy.
Theysoneeded to catch this guy.
I moved a shaky hand toward my cleansing wipes.
And for right then, I got down to business.
“Start with your toes, Lottie.”
Mo’s deep voice coming to me in the dark told me not only that he wasn’t asleep, but that he was hearing me toss and turn.
I rolled to my back and stared at the ceiling. “I tried. It’s not working.”
“You want me to help?”
First, I loved that he asked.
Second, his voice coming to me from ten feet away when I couldn’t cross that space, and he couldn’t cross that space, would be no help.
“You can’t help, Mo.”
He didn’t reply.
Suddenly, an idea hit me, I sat up and looked across the moonlit room to the big body covering my couch.
“You need to ask Hawk to put someone else on me so we can move this along.”
He did not move, except his mouth.
“Not gonna happen.”
“Mo—”
“Not. Gonna.Happen.”
I shut up.
I’d never heard him sound like that. His tone brooked no argument, none whatsoever, in a way that even I knew I couldn’t argue with him, and I could argue with anybody.
“I’m on you,” he stated.
“I know,” I said quietly.
“No one but me.”
Another thought occurred to me, one I did not like.
“You know, this isn’t woman-falling-for-her-bodyguard syndrome, honey,” I told him. “It’s Lottie-falling-for-Mo syndrome. I’m not gonna get attached to some other guy on your crew.”
He was again silent but even if I couldn’t see his face, I felt him communicating.
Strongly.
