16
SLASH’S GUARDIAN ANGEL
Slash
Slash woke to the annoying buzzing of her phone.This better be a damn emergency…
It was Carrera. Her heart skipped a beat.
Calm the hell down. It’s probably nothing.
“Hey,” she answered, her voice groggy.
“Sorry to wake you.”
“What’s going on?”
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Is that code for sex?”
He chuckled. “I always want you, but no, it’s not.”
“It’s after one in the morning. Free use doesn’t extend to outside the club, bud.”
“I need to talk to you in person.”
“Ugh. Fine. Whatever.”
She hung up, pushed out of bed, and groaned. After spending the morning talking to three detectives working the missing persons cases, she’d trained with BLACK OPS. Working with theteam was one of her favorite things, but she’d pushed herself hard.
Too damn hard.
She was halfway down the stairs when she realized she was naked. Back in her bedroom, she shrugged into her plush cotton bathrobe. A gift from Elsa.
Down into the kitchen she went, flipped on the light. Her arms were aching from the rope climb, her back muscles screaming from her efforts. Resting her head in her hands, she tried shaking away the cobwebs.
Her doorbell rang.
She opened the door and zing after zing of attraction zipped through her. At least if he was gonna wake her from a sound sleep, there were definite perks. Turning on her heel, she made her way back to the kitchen, sat at the table.
He followed, but he didn’t sit. He opened her fridge. “I’m starving.”
“Seriously? You’re here for food?”
He pulled out a few containers. “What’s in here?”
“Chicken, pasta.”
An adorable smile spread slowly across his face. “Me?”
“Go ahead. There’s a jar of sauce in there too.”
He filled a plate, heated it, then sat beside her.
“Look at you,” she said. “You know how to use a microwave.”
He nodded as he cut a large piece of chicken, forked it in, and sighed. “I haven’t eaten all day.”
