Chapter 65

The shower went on, and I rolled out of bed, intending to join him. As I neared the door, I heard him singing, something about being in love perchance, and I came to a halt. The song was one of those old standards he seemed to like so much, and he sang it with such heart, his voice curling around the words, caressing them.

Could it mean he…cared…about me beyond being a good time in bed?

No, I was reaching, but…What would it be like to have him here always, to wake every morning to the sound of the shower running and my lover—

My lover. I went back to the bed, picked up his pillow, and stroked it, bringing it to my face to inhale his scent, a combination of his aftershave and him.

He came out of the bathroom, a towel around his hips, and I wanted to strip it off, tumble him back onto the bed, and take him into my body again.

He needed to get ready for work, I reminded myself.

“Tell me something, babe. How’d you get that bullet scar on your butt?”