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“Well, it’s your fault.”
Compressing his lips to stop the show of amusement, he solemnly nodded in agreement.
She gave him an extremely dirty look and then took the water. She rinsed her mouth and spit in the toilet again.
“Better?” He held out a hand to help her off the floor.
She clasped his hand and let him haul her to her feet. “A little.”
“I have a toothbrush for you.”
Her expression was a mix of bliss and relief. “Thank you, Slade.”
“Anything for you, MJ.” He left her standing at the vanity and went in search of the spare toothbrush in the shopping bag. When he returned, she snatched it out of his hand and tore into the package.
He leaned against the granite counter, hands curled around the edge, watching her take pleasure in cleaning up after her difficulties.
The difficulties he was responsible for.
Lifting his hand to his face, he scrubbed the smile off it. When she finished, she turned to him.
“Why did you wake me?”
“There’s a meeting at HQ.”
Her dark honey-brown eyes flared wide right before she whirled around—as if she hadn’t just puked up her innards—and rushed into the bedroom. He had her clothes draped over the end of the bed, and she plucked up her sports bra and yanked it on.
“Details?” She stepped into her panties.
“There was chatter all night.”
“And you didn’t wake me?” she cried.
“You needed your rest.”
“I need to know what’s going on with my team more!” Her hair was trapped in the collar of her shirt, and he reached out to pull it free, drawing the loose ends over her shoulders.
She went still. Their gazes locked. When she raised a hand and brushed her fingers over his, the rush of love flooding into his chest felt like a tidal wave.
“I’ve gotta go, Slade.”
“You’re not wearing pants.”
A laugh bubbled out of her. He couldn’t stop himself from drawing her into the wreath of his arms and kissing her with every ounce of the soft, tender passion coursing inside him.
When they broke apart, she finished dressing. Finally, she picked up the photo of their baby and slipped it into her back pocket.
“You can stop smiling now, Overstreet.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m happy, Lena. Happier than I’ve ever been. And hopeful.”
Her eyes softened under his stare. But when his phone buzzed with a text, she snapped back to active-duty Lena.
“I gotta run.” She slid on her boots and tied the laces.
“We can share a cab.”
She threw him a sideways glance as she knotted a bow. “Is that a good idea? Arriving together at headquarters?”
