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“What does it matter? I don’t know how I’m going to save anything. The smoke is baked into everything.” She pulled back, her red eyes searching the room before finding mine. “Ugh. My head hurts.”
I kissed her forehead. “Let me see if I can find some meds.”
She sighed. “All right.”
She must’ve felt like crap if she didn’t argue.
I went out into the kitchen. Cole was on the phone, talking in low tones. I found a bottle of water in the fridge. The power was out, leaving the rest of the fridge rank with spoiling food since it was summer.
I slammed it shut and found meds in her bathroom. By the time I returned, she was half under her bed.
“Babe, what are you doing?”
“I’m hoping my uniform survived.”
“Uniform?”
She swung out a large white flat bin. She flipped off the top and pulled out one of those space saver bags all shrunken down. “Cheerleader uniform.”
My dick didn’t have a chance. Full attention from zero to sixty. “Well, we’ll have some use for that.”
She gave me a cheeky smile. It was a bit more brave than flirty, but I appreciated the sentiment.
“Guys, we really need to get out of here. I think the press has found us. I just had to toss an asshole off the front lawn,” Cole called from the front of the house.
“Shit.” I grabbed the other smaller bin from her bed. “What else do you need right now?”
She glanced around. “Check my bedside table. All my stuff in the top drawers.”
“Right.” I went around her bed and found an arsenal of girl things. Jewelry, makeup, backup medications like the very important birth control. I snagged that first and shoved it in my jacket. Then dumped the rest in the box.
“Just the top?”
“Yes, don’t go—”
I opened the bottom drawer and sat back on my feet. “Holy fuck.”
“Shit. You weren’t supposed to go in there.”
I reached in for the very large and complicated vibrator. “Wow.”
Her face was so bright red that her freckles were on fire. “I’ve been single for a while.”
“Jesus.” The drawer didn’t end. Vibrators, lubes, those little egg things. It was a fucking treasure trove of personal pleasure.
“Cooper.” She tried to shove it shut.
I wrapped my arm around her waist. “Oh, hell, no. That’s coming with us. I’ll find uses for it.” I nipped at the hammering pulse in her neck. “Man, I am the luckiest dude.”
“What? You’re not disgusted?” She hooked one arm around me.
“Hell, no. A woman who knows how to get herself off is the hottest kind of woman.” I held up the little pocket version in a small plastic pouch. “Slip this one in.”
“What? No.” Her gaze flew over my shoulder. “Cole is right out there.”
“I know.” I flicked on the tiny remote, and the toy gave a healthy buzz. “I want you all wet and hot for me by the time we get home.”
“There is no problem in that department, Cooper Dallas.”
