“Head out of the gutter, Dawson. I’m telling you some of the emergency protocols.” My stomach flips. He scolds me with such endearment. I haven’t caught a single word of his spiel. “Sorry, concentrating is hard right now. Have you heard of competence porn? It’s kind of my thing. And you, Bash, are extremely competent.” He shakes his head, amusement curving his lips as his hands work to restrain me securely. “Just trying to keep you safe.” “You will,” I say simply. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind that Sebastian Rousseau would do anything to keep me safe.
