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Well, I was, anyway. Him? He didn’t even look tired.
He’d said he was tired, but he was still moving with a lethal grace that was all Jonah.
I’d been around many men in my life. All of them alpha males that were deadly and cautious.
But Jonah? There was just something about him that made me feel like he was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for something to happen no matter where we might be. A tenseness that never quite left him until we were in the enclosed shelter of wherever he considered ‘safe.’
And the entire day we’d been in a large crowd of people. His eyes had shifted here and there and everywhere. I didn’t think that he ever just…chilled.
He sighed when the cool air of our hotel room hit him in the face.
“God,” he groaned. “This is the place.”
Despite it being fairly early in the year, it was still hot as balls in Vegas. Hot as balls being over ninety-five degrees. Sure, it was eighty already back home, but we had our cool nights. The thing was, Vegas never got cool.
Not even remotely.
Jonah shrugged his soaked t-shirt off the moment the hotel room door closed behind us, then walked to the mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer.
“Where did that come from?” I asked curiously.
“While you were in the shower this morning, I called down to the front desk and asked them if they could stock the fridge with beer. Being in the honeymoon suite and talking to the same chick that hooked us up earlier, she was happy to oblige,” he answered as he twisted the top off the bottle of beer effortlessly. “Want one?”
I grinned and shook my head. “No, thank you. I’m going to go take a shower. Plus, I prefer wine to beer, anyway.”
He winked. “I’ll call Wendy up and ask her if she can hook us up with some wine.”
“Wendy?” I chuckled as I sat down on the bed to untie my tennis shoes. “You’re on a first name basis with her?”
He watched me untie my shoes. “Yes, I am. Why are you untying your shoes?”
I frowned and looked down at them, then back up at him. “Umm, because that’s how I take them off?”
“Normal people just toe them off,” he said. “Without untying them.”
He pointed to his tennis shoes in the corner of the room.
They were tied. There was no way he’d be able to slip his massive feet into them without untying them.
“You’d have to untie them anyway to get them on,” I said. “I just save myself some time when I go to put them on again by untying them now instead of later.”
“I don’t untie them,” he disagreed. “I just slip my foot into them.”
My eyes widened. “You do not.”
“I do, too,” he shot right back.
“Prove it,” I ordered, pointing at them.
He grinned and toed off his boots that he’d had on all day, then walked over to the shoes and slipped them on, one by one, without, might I add, untying the shoes.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “How is that even possible? Are those super loose?”
He shook his head. “No. They’re perfect, actually.”
Then he toed them off and kicked them back in the corner of the room.
“Why’d you bring those, anyway?” I asked. “Do you plan on going to run later?”
I was actually excited by the concept. I’d found that I loved running. Now, that wasn’t to say that I was a good runner, but I ran. I was slow as molasses, but it was something.
He narrowed his eyes. “I was considering it. Why?”
“Can I run with you?” I asked curiously.
His eyes roamed down my body.
“Is that what you’ve been doing to get those legs?” he asked casually.
I looked down at my legs.
I hadn’t really noticed them being all that ‘great.’ What I had noticed was that they were getting so big that they barely fit into even my stretchiest of jeans anymore.
“I had a lot of free time in Germany,” I admitted. “So I taught myself how to run. I also started lifting weights and doing some core exercises. My arms are still pretty wimpy, though.”
He looked at my arms, which I’d held up to show him in the universal sign of ‘check out these guns’ and waited for him to comment.
He didn’t disappoint.
“You should probably put those deadly weapons away,” he suggested teasingly. “It’s illegal to have unregistered firearms in this hotel.”
I snickered and once again stood up from my slouch on the bed.
My legs were tired, and my feet were hurting terribly.
But the thought of going to run with him was making me excited.
As long as he waited until it was closer to night time and I could run without the blazing sun shining down on me.
“As for the shoes, I brought them to go do a workout in at the hotel gym.” He paused. “But I can go for a run with you as long as you don’t expect me to run fast. I don’t think I could keep up today. My knees hurt like a bitch.”
