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He scrolled to the next and the next. When he reached the end of the album, a hollow ache filled his chest. They hadn’t gotten nearly enough life together.
Well, he would fix that. He wasn’t leaving Indika this time.
But what if his team needed him? What if he got a chance to stop two evil forces from fighting for rule over the terrorist group?
He bowed his head.
He’d faced this struggle before…and soon he would need to face it again.
* * * * *
A good night’s sleep in her own bed was what Indika needed. Even though she’d woken up several times during the night, a chunk of her fatigue had fled. She couldn’t exactly say she was refreshed, but the first thing that came to mind wasn’t the pain in her side.
No, it was something harder to deal with.
Each time she did wake, AJ was right there next to her. His rock-hard body chased away any bad dreams and his soothing touch sent her sinking back into oblivion.
When she opened her eyes and tentatively stretched to test the state of her injury this morning, her gaze landed on AJ.
He was showered and dressed in clean clothes, which he must have brought over when he insisted upon staying here with her. And god, he looked like a feast.
White cotton stretched over his broad chest, conforming to his muscled pecs, and clung to the mountains of his shoulders. And the dark denim he wore hugged his hips, crotch and thighs in all the right ways.
She ticked her stare upward and landed on his rugged features.
Guilt flooded her. If she felt rested, he looked like he’d pulled an all-nighter. His eyelids drooped and lines of fatigue puckered his brows.
He moved toward the bed just as she gingerly pushed into a sitting position. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, actually.”
“Must have been the soup I made.” He offered a smile that only ended up a brief flash, as if he didn’t have the strength to hold it very long.
“I think it was the soup.”
Her attempt at praise brought the smile back, and this time it held for a beat longer.
“There are leftovers for lunch. What can I get you? Water? Tea?”
“I’ll get up and get it myself.” She swung her legs over the edge.
“No, no. That’s what I’m here for.” He stepped closer to the side of the bed, hovering at the ready to help her to her feet. But it left her staring directly at his hard body. Liquid heat slipped low in her belly at just how close he stood.
Thinking of how she could pop the button of his jeans, slide down that zipper…and take his cock in hand.
Or in her mouth.
Her stomach gave a small flip at the memory of how good he tasted and how hot his growls of pleasure were.
How his body locked just before he gasped her name and started coming.
“I can do this on my own,” she snapped. She dug her toes into the area rug surrounding her bed and shifted to a standing position.
He didn’t touch her.
“See? I’m fine. You can go home now.”
He lifted a brow but said nothing. He didn’t leave either. Instead, he just waved at the bedroom door. “If you need anything, I’m a holler away.”
