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“You can’t tell.”
“I can.”
“It’s the middle of the night,” she protested, though he was probably right.
Samuel turned away from her and she regretted needling him. He grabbed his phone and held it in front of her while peering over her shoulder.
Just past six.
Lovely.
And, he had a text from Zora pulled up on the screen.
Can you and Jessica come see me as soon as you’re available?
Shit.
The vague idea of what she could do with his morning erection vanished.
Samuel’s languid body went tense.
“How soon can you be ready?” she asked.
“Throw on some sweats and I’m good.”
“I’m going over to the locker room for a sixty-second shower. I can smell the wine on me, still.”
Samuel buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled. “I don’t smell it.”
She shivered and shimmied her hips, which earned a groan from him.
“Cold shower’s a good idea,” he agreed, then muttered, “Damn it,” as he rolled away from her.
Jessica grinned and smothered a giggle.
Okay, being text-blocked sucked, but his reaction was priceless.
“What does Zora want to talk about?” Jessica asked as she sat up, moving slower than Samuel.
Maybe she was a tiny bit hungover?
“Could be anything,” Samuel said as he pulled on a pair of sweats. “If I had to guess? She’s found something in your investigation that holds water.”
Jessica resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead focused on getting her things together. It was irritating to have her material scrutinized like it all might be made up, but on the other hand that thorough attention was crucial. No one person should direct an operation of this size and scope.
Samuel escorted her to the door of the women’s locker room. He didn’t touch her, and yet she felt doted on. Which wasn’t at all what she’d thought being with Samuel would feel like. She’d assumed a man as serious and focused as he was would vacillate between hyper-focus and practically ignoring her. In truth, he was somewhere in the middle.
She took a blazing quick shower, then braided her hair, and threw on the other outfit Robin had brought for her. It was just a pair of jeans she’d left at Robin’s ages ago with a slouchy, off-the-shoulder sweatshirt over a tank top, but it was comfortable and warm. Both were important qualities in her book.
Of course, Samuel was waiting for her by the time she was done. She surreptitiously drew in a deep breath. Whatever soap or product he used left this woodsy, spicy scent she’d begun to crave. More now than before. He was quickly becoming a source of comfort for her, which was all his fault. He shouldn’t hold her quite as much or nearly as well.
Together they headed for Zora’s office. Without Samuel escorting her, she’d have never figured out which way to go, and this early the place was almost eerily empty what with the lights dimmed.
She spied Zora’s office ahead with the door open and a light on.
“Does Zora ever sleep? Is she a robot?”
Samuel chuckled. “I’ve wondered the same thing.”
