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It took another ten seconds or so, but she did. Just moments after she began trembling and shaking from the intense bliss, Colt threw his head back and shuddered. The muscles in his arms next to her shook with the pleasure he was experiencing and his chest heaved with his breaths. It was awe inspiring and hot as hell.

As if a plug had been pulled, Colt relaxed. He dropped down and rolled, taking Macie with him. She lay on top of him now, his dick slowly softening inside her. They didn’t say anything for the longest time, not until he slid out of her.

Macie whimpered a protest; she’d liked how he’d felt. How they were connected.

“I know,” he whispered. “I liked being in there too.”

Macie knew he had to get up and take care of the condom. It had to be uncomfortable, now that they were done, but he didn’t make any move to leave the bed.

“Every morning, I wake up in a momentary panic, thinking you’ll have left in the middle of the night,” Colt admitted softly.

Macie felt awful about that. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just promise that you’ll never again leave my bed without telling me. If you have to get up and pee in the middle of the night, fine, but if you can’t sleep and are going to go read or work, wake me up and let me know. I can’t handle waking up to you being gone, Mace. Not after tonight.”

“I promise.” It was an easy promise to make.

“I’ll do the same. It’s much more likely that I’ll be the one leaving,” he said. “We get called to the base in the middle of the night for missions sometimes, and I always need to go in and monitor my men, but I’ll never leave without saying goodbye. That’s my vow to you.”

“Thank you.” Macie couldn’t say anything else through the lump in her throat.

Then Colt rolled them over once more and kissed her. It was a long, lazy kiss that felt comfortable and easy. She was exhausted from three orgasms and was on the verge of falling asleep when he pulled away.

He smiled down at her, then kissed her on the forehead. “Sleep, hon. I’ll be right back after I take care of this condom.”

Macie watched as Colt climbed out of the bed and walked butt-naked to the bathroom. He didn’t seem the least concerned that he wasn’t wearing any clothes. But why would he? For a forty-three-year-old man, he was in excellent shape. He didn’t exactly have a six-pack anymore, but his muscles were clearly defined and his ass was to die for.

Smiling to herself, Macie closed her eyes. She soon felt the mattress depress, and Colt gathered her into his arms. He covered them with a blanket and kissed her temple. That was the last thing Macie remembered before falling into one of the best sleeps she’d had in a very long time.

Chapter Eight

“So you’re telling us that you can’t find her ex, and you can’t track down the men he associates with, who were most likely the ones who broke into her apartment not once, but twice?”

Macie winced at the censure in Colt’s tone. They’d driven to Lampasas to grab some more clothes from her apartment and had stopped at the police station to talk to the detective.

“It’s not as easy as the shows on television make it look,” the man tried to defend himself.

Colt and the detective went into stare-down mode, and Macie shifted uncomfortably. She hated being the cause of this conflict. She didn’t really know the detective, but he’d been trying to find Teddy for almost a month.

It was hard to believe an entire month had passed since she’d called her brother needing help. One month since she’d moved in with Colt. The happiest month of her life.

Oh, there were plenty of times when her anxiety overwhelmed her, but somehow, with Colt by her side, things seemed easier. Less stressful. When she went to the grocery store, she worried less if people were staring at her. She went out to eat more because she could sit next to Colt, and if there was something wrong with the food or the service, he dealt with it. And when she’d had a major anxiety attack after one of her clients hated the website she’d spent days designing, Colt had been there to rub her back and reassure her that her entire career wasn’t over.

It was nice having someone in her corner.

No, it was more than nice. It was a miracle.

And Macie was scared to death, every day, that she would do or say something to screw things up between them, and then she’d be alone once more. She’d have to move back to her apartment here in Lampasas and worry that the men who’d broken in hadn’t been caught yet.

After staring at the detective for a full minute, Colt finally said, “You have my contact information if you find them.”

“I’ll be in touch with Mercedes, as it’s her case,” the detective said firmly.

Macie saw Colt’s jaw tighten.

She hated confrontation. It was one of the things that could easily throw her into a full-blown anxiety attack. “Thank you,” she blurted, tugging on Colt’s arm. “I would appreciate that. I’m sure you’re doing everything you can to find them.”

Colt’s mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but after looking at her, he obviously changed his mind. He nodded at the detective, wrapped an arm around her waist and steered her toward the exit.