I roll my eyes and sigh. “I’m not gonna be if you keep asking me that.”
He tilts my chin up with one finger. “Thanks, Princess, you’re the best.” He kisses me chastely, then takes off with his damn apple in one hand, coffee in the other.
Me, on the other hand? I stand in a puddle, my eyes glued to that fine ass as he walks off. I’m dying to see what’s underneath.
A Sunday morning sex session sounds perfect to me, but that’s in my wildest dreams. We’d forget all about pancakes and worship each other on the breakfast bar.
I clear my throat.
So close, yet so far.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Sawyer
“What do we know about Nova’s ex?” I say, just as Haze looks up.
“Why are you askin’ about him?”
I don’t wanna give himallthe details, but if Nova is worried, then the boys need to know that he could be in town. And if he is, we will be ready for him. “Don’t go in guns blazin’, but Nova thought she saw him the other day and I wanna be sure that fucker isn’t in town.”
Haze scratches his chin. “When?”
“The other night, in some dive bar.”
“How do you know that?”
“We’re friends.” I shrug. “She tells me things.”
“Huh.” We’ve had the discussion over and over, but I hear it coming. “You two aren’t messin’ around, are you?”
“If we were, you wouldn’t be the first to know.”
He does a double take, then flips me the bird. “Funny fucker.”
“What I know is that he’s a weasel. He skipped town and never came back. I’ll be honest, I haven’t looked into him in a while. Figured he probably od’d or some shit.”
“Be great if he did,” Haze mutters.
“You don’t mind if I do?”
“Not at all, but if you find him, you let us know. Me, Brew and Logan wanna make sure he never touches another woman like that ever again.”
I nod. “Of course.” I palm the back of my head. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”
He gives me a chin lift as I make my way back to my office.
I don’t tell Haze about Nova being in my bed yesterday, he’s on a ‘need to know’ basis, and he definitely doesn’t need to know that. He wouldn’t understand, none of them would.
Things got a little…heated,yeah, but she’s a beautiful woman who I care about. It’s normal to have a reaction like that. Just as it’s normal to jerk off in the shower… Well, maybe not. I feel sick to my stomach about that, and even though I know it’s natural, she’s my friend. And she was in the fucking kitchen making pancakes.
It’s true she flirts as much as I do, but a deal is a deal. I’m no fucking saint, but we have a special bond, and once you have sex, that changes things. Frankly, I don’t want things to change. I like them the way they are. I just don’t enjoy my palm in the showerwhile she’s in the apartment.
I really slipped up there, but I had to relieve the tension somehow. I should’ve waited until she left, but she was right about one thing: we both have needs. I didn’t really misunderstand her words, I just couldn’t believe they came out of her mouth, but they did.
Over breakfast, the conversation was lighthearted, and she gabbed about her plans for the week. It seemed wrong and intrusive to go back to our position snuggled up in bed an hour earlier, as much as I wanted to, so I let it drop.