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barn.”
Dread settled in her already jumpy stomach. “So we don’t even know what he’s driving.”
His gaze trailed away. “Patrols have been stepped up.”
“You can’t go without sleep. We can take turns—”
“We’ll handle this, sweetheart.”
Her bottom lip trembled, and the tears she’d tried to hold back filled her eyes. “Why won’t he let me go?” She sniffed and rubbed a hand over her nose.
“I can’t answer that.” Cain picked up a napkin and dabbed at her nose.
She took the napkin and turned away to blow. “Sorry. You have enough worries without having to console me.”
His arms came around her, and he pulled her head to his shoulder. He let out a sigh. “All he has to do is make one wrong move. Give us a reason to arrest him.”
“And you’d keep him jailed for how long?” She shook her head. “He has great lawyers.”
“Just one wrong move,” Cain whispered, and then kissed her hair.
When she glanced up, she shivered. His face was drawn into harsh lines. This was the lawman. The one you didn’t cross. She was glad he was on her side. “What do you need me to do? And don’t say nothing.”
One corner of his mouth curved. “Being cooped up wearing on you?”
“It is. Has to be making you crazy, too. Playing bodyguard’s not something you signed up for.”
“I don’t know…” He tucked her hair behind her ears. “Job definitely has its perks.”
Silently thanking him for lightening her mood, she smiled.
He tipped her chin and placed a kiss on her mouth. “Thanks for breakfast. I’m going to make some calls. See what’s happening at the station. How about you stay upstairs today?”
“Away from the windows. I know. There’s still a baseboard that needs another coat of paint.”
“Only if you want to.”
She shrugged. “I like keeping busy. Funny, that used to mean getting a manicure or shopping. Having lunch with one of Joey’s friends’ wives. I like this better.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “I still owe you underwear. We’ll make that shopping trip…soon.”
She stood and turned to walk away, and he slapped one side of her butt. She didn’t look back, but her face was warm and her heart lighter as she left the room.
Chapter Seven
‡
T hat night, Cain waited for the patrol car to pull up to the curb in front of his place before he padded toward the bedroom. Tank was keeping watch. Again. He’d texted Cain, telling him to get some shut-eye or whatever it was he wanted to do. He’d keep an eye out for “Joey G.”
As he walked, Cain checked out the trim next to the floor. Not a drip mark. She was a natural. He should tell her she could hire out as a housepainter. Only she couldn’t charge by the hour. She’d taken nearly the entire afternoon to complete the hallway. Every time he spied her, she was bent, her sweet round butt in the air as she diligently painted with a too-small brush, because she was determined the paint would go where she put it, not where it chose to drip.
The only light inside the bedroom came from the half-closed bathroom door, the sound of the shower alerting him where she was. He smiled. This was something they hadn’t done. Showering together. He stripped quickly, leaving his weapon on the nightstand and his clothes on the floor.
His cock hardened as he ogled the woman standing on the other side of the shower curtain hung from an oval ring above the tub. The curtain was opaque and white, but she was bent over, offering a pretty, muted view of her pink bottom.
When he whipped back the curtain, she straightened and squealed, then threw the cloth she’d been using at his chest. “Don’t do that!” Her gaze roamed downward. “Hey, don’t just stand there. Water’s getting on the floor.”
He stepped over the rim of the tub while eyeing her slick body. Soap bubbles slid in ropes down her soft belly. He liked her bossy tone, and he grinned wider when she turned and held up a bar of soap.
“Since I
Dread settled in her already jumpy stomach. “So we don’t even know what he’s driving.”
His gaze trailed away. “Patrols have been stepped up.”
“You can’t go without sleep. We can take turns—”
“We’ll handle this, sweetheart.”
Her bottom lip trembled, and the tears she’d tried to hold back filled her eyes. “Why won’t he let me go?” She sniffed and rubbed a hand over her nose.
“I can’t answer that.” Cain picked up a napkin and dabbed at her nose.
She took the napkin and turned away to blow. “Sorry. You have enough worries without having to console me.”
His arms came around her, and he pulled her head to his shoulder. He let out a sigh. “All he has to do is make one wrong move. Give us a reason to arrest him.”
“And you’d keep him jailed for how long?” She shook her head. “He has great lawyers.”
“Just one wrong move,” Cain whispered, and then kissed her hair.
When she glanced up, she shivered. His face was drawn into harsh lines. This was the lawman. The one you didn’t cross. She was glad he was on her side. “What do you need me to do? And don’t say nothing.”
One corner of his mouth curved. “Being cooped up wearing on you?”
“It is. Has to be making you crazy, too. Playing bodyguard’s not something you signed up for.”
“I don’t know…” He tucked her hair behind her ears. “Job definitely has its perks.”
Silently thanking him for lightening her mood, she smiled.
He tipped her chin and placed a kiss on her mouth. “Thanks for breakfast. I’m going to make some calls. See what’s happening at the station. How about you stay upstairs today?”
“Away from the windows. I know. There’s still a baseboard that needs another coat of paint.”
“Only if you want to.”
She shrugged. “I like keeping busy. Funny, that used to mean getting a manicure or shopping. Having lunch with one of Joey’s friends’ wives. I like this better.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “I still owe you underwear. We’ll make that shopping trip…soon.”
She stood and turned to walk away, and he slapped one side of her butt. She didn’t look back, but her face was warm and her heart lighter as she left the room.
Chapter Seven
‡
T hat night, Cain waited for the patrol car to pull up to the curb in front of his place before he padded toward the bedroom. Tank was keeping watch. Again. He’d texted Cain, telling him to get some shut-eye or whatever it was he wanted to do. He’d keep an eye out for “Joey G.”
As he walked, Cain checked out the trim next to the floor. Not a drip mark. She was a natural. He should tell her she could hire out as a housepainter. Only she couldn’t charge by the hour. She’d taken nearly the entire afternoon to complete the hallway. Every time he spied her, she was bent, her sweet round butt in the air as she diligently painted with a too-small brush, because she was determined the paint would go where she put it, not where it chose to drip.
The only light inside the bedroom came from the half-closed bathroom door, the sound of the shower alerting him where she was. He smiled. This was something they hadn’t done. Showering together. He stripped quickly, leaving his weapon on the nightstand and his clothes on the floor.
His cock hardened as he ogled the woman standing on the other side of the shower curtain hung from an oval ring above the tub. The curtain was opaque and white, but she was bent over, offering a pretty, muted view of her pink bottom.
When he whipped back the curtain, she straightened and squealed, then threw the cloth she’d been using at his chest. “Don’t do that!” Her gaze roamed downward. “Hey, don’t just stand there. Water’s getting on the floor.”
He stepped over the rim of the tub while eyeing her slick body. Soap bubbles slid in ropes down her soft belly. He liked her bossy tone, and he grinned wider when she turned and held up a bar of soap.
“Since I
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