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The ever-present pressure inside him eased just a little. It was why he’d served. He was good at it, but he believed in protecting his country. Protecting innocents from the bad in the world.
“Thanks, Gemma.”
She nudged him. Her warm body was so close to his.
Lock it down, Hendrix.
“So, what else do you and Atlas watch on TV? Apart fromCake and Bake?”
“Football.”
“Mm. What’s your favorite team?”
“The Packers.”
“I’m a Broncos girl, myself.”
“Not the Rams?”
As they talked, he eased into the cushions, his body relaxing. The last grip of the nightmare leaked away. He liked her voice. It had a low, sexy undertone to it.
Somehow talk of football turned to favorite foods, favorite movies, then Boone sharing about living in small town Vermont.
But before he knew it, Gemma was leaning into his side, tucked up against him. He felt her shiver and wrapped his arm around her. He pulled the blanket over both of them.
They kept talking. And for Boone, the world just disappeared.
In that quiet moment in front of the fireplace, there was no bad stuff in the world, no wars, no old scars, and no nightmares.
* * *
Boone woketo a warm weight resting on top of him.
He frowned, and realized he was lying on his back on the couch, with Gemma lying on top of him.
Damn. She was warm, her face in profile where it rested against his chest. She looked relaxed. She had really long eyelashes.
His cock responded to the feel of her, lengthening.
Shit.
He liked this. Liked her. Too much. Gemma Newhouse was not for him.
He was just keeping her safe. That was it.
Slowly, he shifted, and she made a cute, sleepy sound, and rubbed her cheek on his bare pec. His cock got harder.
Closing his eyes, he moved a hand to nudge her off him…and touched skin.
Oh, hell. He slid his hand over her. He realized her shirt had ridden up, baring her ass.
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
His fingers tightened on lush skin. He froze and counted to ten. He opened his eyes…and saw his dog glaring at him accusingly from beside the couch.
Jesus. Cursing in his head, Boone maneuvered. He slid Gemma onto the couch and stood.
She turned, snuggling into the cushions. He hesitated, then tucked the blanket around her.
