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Last known location based on phone GPS at Origins Laboratories. Last night the team checked the office grounds. Nothing of interest.
A text on my phone comes through while I’m reading the group board.
Max
I’m headed your way. Need anything? Your dog’s with Stella.
Me
Vet cleared her?
Max
Yep. She’s got a shaved patch on her shoulder. No stitches. They used glue. Stella says she can stay as long as needed.
Me
You didn’t want her?
Max
Nope
He’s such a hardass.
Max
See you in thirty.
Half an hour?
I head back to the bedroom. She’s still sleeping, but she’s rolled onto her back. She’s sexy as fuck, sprawled out against the white cotton sheets, dark hair twisted around her shoulders. The cotton tee does little to hide the perky nipples my mouth waters to taste. I love how she squirms with the scrape of my teeth. It’s strange to me that she thought anyone worth his salt would have an issue with her scar. An imperfect lightning bolt between her soft, pillowy breasts. Unique, unforgettable beauty.
I adjust myself and lean over her, brushing my lips to her forehead. She blinks slowly with sleepy eyes.
Her brow wrinkles and her hands clutch the sheet, tugging it up, but I block it, unwilling to lose our intimacy from last night. I cup her breasts over the tee and tease her nipple with my thumb, rubbing back and forth.
“Morning,” I say.
She twists on the bed, rolling onto her side, her dark eyes blinking awake, slowly taking me in. “Did you exercise?”
“Went for a run.” I bend my head and get a whiff. Then I push up off the bed. No need to expose her to that. “I’m gonna hop in the shower. Coffee’s on, but you may need to heat it in the microwave. Max is on his way over. I’ll be out of the shower in five.”
As I close the door, she’s rubbing her eyes, waking up from what I hope was a deep, restful sleep.
True to my word, I’m out with a towel wrapped around my waist with minutes to spare. She’s still lying on the bed with the sheet tucked up under her armpit.
“Your turn. I’ll go scrounge up breakfast.”
With my back to her, I throw on a T-shirt and fresh running shorts. I hear the bathroom door click, put on fresh socks and running shoes, and head into the kitchen.
There’s a sleeve of a dozen plain bagels, and I pull two out to toast them. I set the carton of eggs out on the counter. I’m not a chef by any stretch, but I know my way around breakfast. It’s the first breakfast I’ve cooked for her, so I’ll need to wait to learn how she likes her eggs.
Whoever stocked this place knows his way around the frozen food aisle. There must be twenty frozen food options stacked in the freezer. No vegetables or fruit. They loaded the pantry with protein powder and bars. Looks like we’re set on flour, sugar, spices. No meat that I can locate. I’ll need to make a grocery run if we’re going to stay here long.
The side of the house trembles and the walls emit a low-key grumble. The garage door.
I swing open the side door and watch as Max’s Toyota 4-Runner pulls into the empty bay beside the Land Cruiser Felix brought us.
