He couldn’t do this. Spend another moment looking at her, talking to her. “We should get some sleep.”
“Okay.” She tucked a handful of hair behind her ear. “You want me to take the couch?”
“I can take the couch.”
She moistened her lips. His gaze tracked the move.
“Okay.” She walked to the bed, straightened the covers they had tousled.
He looked around. Decided he’d grab one of the pillows from the bed.
She turned at that same moment and they ran smack into each other.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
He gestured at the bed. “I just need—”
Her. He needed her.
She looked up at him with those blue eyes and he was lost.
He grabbed her. Kissed her hard.
Her arms went around him and she leaned into his chest.
His fingers found the hem of her blouse, peeled it up and off. She struggled with the buttons of his shirt.
“Forget the buttons.” He whipped the shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor.
The rest of their clothes followed that same path.
He wanted to know all of her. Every inch. Every strand of hair.All of her.
She’d managed something no one else had ever been able to do. CJ Patterson made him want something more than to catch the bad guy.
Chapter Forty-One
1407 Dubose Street, 11:30 p.m.
“I can’t get in the house.”
Tyrone turned to his most trusted eyes. What the hell did he mean, he couldn’t get in the house? That was unacceptable. When the King gave an order, it was to be carried out. “You breathing, ain’t you?”
“The police.”
His loyal soldier looked ready to cut and run.
“They’re watching the house. Front and back. No way I can get in.”
Rage erupted in Tyrone’s gut. “Five-O is guarding the damned house?” His soldier nodded. “Get out!”
The man about broke his fool neck getting out of the room. What the hell?
Tyrone paced the length of his prison. That’s what his house had become lately. He couldn’t leave without the trinity. The house had to be watched twenty-four seven. There was no peace to be found no more. His foot soldiers couldn’t stay in line. Run their mouths more and more. His eyes and ears were falling down on the job.
Some damned body should’ve noticed that doctor bitch digging around in Shelley’s house!
Nobody saw nothing till it was too late.
