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He raises an eyebrow, but it doesn’t stick when a yawn overtakes him.
“Fuck.” He scrubs his hand down his face. “I’m tired. I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours.”
“Why not?”
“What?” He shakes his head like he doesn’t understand the question, but then I see the flicker in his eyes. If I hadn’t been watching him closely, I wouldn’t have seen it. I get the feeling he didn’t mean to tell me that last part. “It was nothing. Just had business to handle. Can I crash here tonight?”
He’s adorable when he’s exhausted. I almost tell him, yes, but that would be stupid on my part.
I’m not buying the excuse Ms. Lincoln had to go to the supermarket. I just brought her groceries last night. Crazy old woman just wants to fix me up so damn bad she’ll let anyone in here, I guess.
“If I let you stay, you gonna tell me why you haven’t slept, what business you were taking care of, or where you were?”
“Babe,” he steps forward, cupping my face with his warm hands. “I swear to you, I’m not a bad guy. I’m not involved in shady business.”
He leans down, kissing my lips, and making me unable to resist the pull. I waver, falling into him. I let him take me deeper into an abyss I’m not likely to find my way back out of.
I can’t even say I want to.
But all too quickly his lips pull away, leaving me wanting more.
“If we’re going to date, you have to stop thinking the worst or questioning everything I do.”
“Is that what we’re doing?” I ask, closing the little distance between us. “Dating?”
“Is that what you want us to be doing?” His arms wrap around me.
“You said it like it was a done deal.”
I breathe in his scent, and for the first time, I don’t smell scumball making me want to hurl the contents of my stomach. His scent is too inviting. I want to coat myself with, curl up and snuggle with until everything smells and feels like Drago Acerbi—the man I’m not supposed to want this with.
“Then I guess it is.” He pulls me tighter to his front. “I really want to fuck you right now, but I don’t think I can get it all the way up.”
I slightly chuckle at his remark, and then I smile on the inside, thinking how beautiful he and Gabe looked together on the couch. The ounce of guilt I feel keeps gnawing at me. I want to tell him so badly, but I know I can’t; not yet.
“Let’s go to bed, tired one.”
Sleep comes easier than I thought it would. I wasn’t tired when I got home. My adrenaline was spiked too high, but a few minutes under the covers, skin-to-skin with Drago, and I was out.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jumping out of the elevator, I haul ass down the corridor until I reach Becky’s desk. She’s staring intently at the computer screen in front of her.
“Hey,” I call out as I near. “Tom is expecting me. Can I go on in?” I point my finger at his closed door behind her desk.
“Sure, detective.”
She doesn’t even look up from her computer. I was hoping she would give me some indication as to what I’m walking into. The chief’s message simply said: My office. Thirty minutes. So, to think I’m about to get my ass handed to me is definitely what I’m expecting.
I don’t have any further intel. And what I do know about Drago, well, that might get me hauled in front of the ethics board.
The deeper I get with him, the more worried I become, and with good reason. We’re playing a risky game—no, I am. But at the same time, I don’t have the power to stop. I’m pretty sure there’s only one reason I’d walk away from him and it’s every bit to do with his son.
I like Drago. I like him a lot, but I won’t let anyone harm that innocent little baby.
Rapping my knuckles on Tom’s door, I turn the knob and push it open before he calls out. Entering, I immediately avert my eyes when they land on Lance in order to stifle the growl that wants to escape my lips.
I haven’t figured out my next move where he’s concerned. I’m no closer to a solution than I was last week when I spoke to my partner. In hindsight, I probably should have gone to Mike instead. Connie and I hash things out, but Mike always offers advice or tells me what he’d do in a situation, which is always the right thing to do. He’s a good cop. He’s a good man.
