I grin, running a hand across my stubbled jaw. “Sleep okay?” “Yeah. I always do when I’m here.” “But not so much at home?” I push because it sounded like there was something else to that. “No. I do. But I…,” she trails off, glancing toward the thin shade covering the window. “I guess I just sleep better knowing you’re here.” Christ, does she have to say things like that? It’s not only sexy and provocative, but it makes the man in me who wants to protect her endlessly pound his goddamn chest like a mindless barbarian.
