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“None,” I replied. “But he came close to having a new hole to breathe out of.”
“That man still running his mouth?”
“Mhmm.”
“All right.” Tex sighed. “I’m about to climb out of bed, but you should get some sleep.”
“Do me a favor?”
“Sure. What’s on your mind?” Tex wanted to know.
“Send Tink and Widow my way?”
Tex smirked. “I don’t know if Montenegro is ready for that. What about Hono ?”
“I don’t give a damn what they’re ready for.” I told him, stepping from the elevator and pausing to finish the conversation before heading to our room. “And I want to keep her out of this if I can help it. I would ask Blink to have my back, but I don’t trust him..”
Tex agreed. “On it.”
Chapter 8
Jesse
I rolled over and was surprised to find Frost curled up behind me, fast asleep. It was the wee hours of the morning and I hadn’t expected to find her there. Ignoring my bladder, I shifted to face her, to study the lines of her face, the shape of her nose, the suppleness of her lips.
I remembered the way those lips felt, molded to mine.
She tasted like perfection and temptation.
I wanted to feel her again, to taste her again. But it was obvious she regretted what she’d done, and I didn’t dare make her feel that again.
Eventually, I was forced to run to the bathroom. After washing my hands, I stopped to sniff myself—just in case. Finished, I made my way back to bed, but Frost sat up then and looked up at me as I moved back against the pillow.
“Shit, did I fall asleep?” She asked, looking around.
“Yes.” I replied, folding an arm behind my head. “Were you being my guardian angel, Frost? Making sure I was breathing?”
She looked away and scooted to the edge of the bed.
I caught her arm. “Don’t run away from me. Come at me like you do pushing your hellcat through the streets. Come at me with the same determination and strength you do, chasing a bad-guy, taking down men twice your size.”
“Jesse…”
“You want me.” I told her. “And don’t tell me it’s because I don’t see a woman when I look at you. Tell me the real reason why you’re so afraid of this.”
Frost met my gaze and held it. Bravely, I reached up and tucked some hair behind her ear and smiled up at her.
“Where is that brave woman who bodied me into a wall and kissed me?” I asked, my voice cracked.
Her cheeks pinkened. “Momentary lapse into madness.”
“Are you willing to go back there?” I asked.
Frost said nothing for a while. She then rose and peeled her jacket off, removed her gun from the holster and placed it in the bedside table drawer. She stood at the side of the bed, looking down at me as if reconsidering what she had been thinking.
I reached for her, dragged a tender finger up her arm to her elbow. Frost closed her eyes and tilted her head back as a soft sigh escaped her lips.
As much as I wanted her, Frost had to make the decision on her own. I had to wait for her to come to me. I watched as she tugged her hair from the tie and dragged her fingers through it.
