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He’d wanted to devour. He wanted to suck her hard and deep into his mouth, nip those tiny hard points and hold her to the couch while he buried his cock hard and deep between her thighs.
Rule number three: Never, ever get emotionally involved with a woman. And it was obvious she made him weak. Otherwise, he’d have never held on to that restraint.
Alex felt like a drowning man a week later as he paced his own house, waiting on evening to fall so he could slip back into her apartment. Ray and Rowdy’s suggestion that Alex keep his presence at the apartment as secretive as possible made sense. But it left the whole day without her. He had no reason to linger around her, and no chance to figure out the enigma of Janey.
And he was no closer to figuring out who had left those letters than he had been a week ago.
He stopped pacing long enough to refill his coffee cup and rub at his thigh. Hell, it still ached, even a month later. The bullet that had torn into the muscle and nearly shredded it had been a bad fucker. Bad enough that Alex had put in for extended leave. Time enough to consider if he was returning or not.
He could cash out now with full benefits, no problem. He’d been in the Army since he was eighteen. He could take six months’ active reserve and retire at thirty-eight. He’d been thinking too damned much about retiring lately.
Police Chief Harding was making a bit of noise about retiring, and Alex had already been approached about taking the position when he stepped down. Hell, it would beat dodging terrorist bullets and bombs and putting his ass in the line of fire continually.
He had a little niece or nephew coming in a few months. He’d like to have time to be an uncle. He didn’t consider becoming a father himself. Not Alex. Hell no. He’d raised his sister, Crista, and swore at the time he’d never risk having kids himself. Shit happened, then your kids had to fend for themselves.
Protect themselves.
He ran one hand over his head before rubbing wearily at the back of his neck. More and more often, he was thinking about shit he had no business thinking of. Especially in the past six months. Things like Janey, round with his kid. And this after telling himself all the reasons he had no intentions of having kids with any woman. Things like waking up in the morning, his arms around her. And Alex wasn’t the type to enjoy sleeping with a woman. Fucking her, yes; playing bed games all fucking night long, he was all for it.
But he didn’t sleep as well with a woman in his arms.
Now each night he checked on Janey, turned the television off in her room, and risked that hissing cat taking a swipe at him as he pulled the blankets around her, he found himself wanting to curl around her.
He wanted to hold her while she slept, because she didn’t seem to sleep well.
At the sound of a car pulling into the drive, Alex moved to the window and looked out, a grin tugging at his lips as he saw Dawg and Crista.
He leaned against the window frame and watched as Dawg helped Crista from the passenger side of the truck. Dawg frowned. Shook his head. Then a male grimace of frustration pulled at his expression, before he leaned against the truck as Crista headed to the front door.
His sister looked maternal and happy. The baby bulge of her stomach gave her a cute little almost waddle. He’d considered teasing her about it, but damn, her temper had been a little iffy lately.
He moved to the door and opened it as she stepped up to the porch. Dawg lifted his hand in greeting, though he was still scowling.
“Dawg’s not allowed to come in and play today?” Alex laughed as Crista stepped into the house.
Crista ducked her he
ad and hid her smile as Alex closed the door behind her.
“Dawg’s been playing games again. ” She rolled her eyes. “He’s already avoided Natches’s fist this morning. I don’t want to risk you two fighting. ”
“Wouldn’t be a lot of fight to it, sis,” he promised her, kissing her cheek. “Want me to make you some decaf coffee?”
It was a tease. Crista hated decaf coffee. She glared at him for his efforts. “Don’t start with me, Alex. ”
He held his hands up in surrender as he laughed. “So why is Dawg stuck outside while you visit me?”
Alex had a feeling his sister hadn’t just dropped by to check on him.
“How’s your leg doing? Did you go to the doctor this week yet?” she asked as she moved to the fridge, opened the door, and checked it out. She moved to the cabinets next. “You need groceries, Alex. ”
“I went to the doctor,” he reported. “The leg is healing. And I haven’t exactly been at the house a lot this week. I’ve been eating out. ”
She turned to face him, crossing her arms over her breasts and resting them on the bulge of her stomach as she leaned back against the counter. Her brow creased thoughtfully.
She finally nodded. “Janey’s a good cook. Maybe she’ll fatten you up some. ”
Alex’s brows arched. “Janey doesn’t cook. ”
