Coming down, he loosened his hold. God, he hadn’t bruised her more, had he?

She exhaled, and her body went limp beneath his. Her eyelids remained closed and a contented smile curved her lips. “’Night.”

He chuckled against her and then groaned as his dick jumped inside her. “We should probably go to the bed.”

“Nope,” she mumbled sleepily. “Fine here. ’Night.”

He rolled off her and scooted to his knees before standing, his legs steady. Then he leaned down and lifted her against him.

She cuddled right into his chest, her breathing evening out.

He stared down at her peaceful face. The woman was actually asleep? Huh. He carried her easily to the door to make sure it was locked before walking toward a doorway by the sofa that probably led to a bedroom. Roscoe had turned around and put his face into the back of the sofa, hiding his eyes.

Angus rolled his. “You’re a prude,” he whispered.

The dog gave one of his fake snores.

Angus chuckled and carried the sleeping woman into a bedroom decorated in light gray with a hint of lavender. Peaceful and controlled, just like Nari. He set her beneath the covers in the ultraorganized room and made use of the attached bathroom before returning to the bed.

A thought occurred to him, and he returned to the living room to dig through her purse for her gun. It wasn’t there. Shit. HDD had probably confiscated hers along with his after they’d both shot at the attacker the night before. He didn’t want to awaken her to see if she had another weapon. She probably didn’t.

He needed to get to his storage unit the next day to arm himself again. Finally giving in to the need for rest, he climbed into bed beside her.

She mumbled and rolled against his good side, pressing her nose to his chest. His heart took the hit and then kept pumping. “You’re too much,” he whispered, sliding an arm beneath her head so she could get more comfortable against him. “This can’t happen for good,” he said, knowing he was only talking to himself. Yeah, he liked her. A lot. Then she slid a hand over his stomach, still sleeping, and threw a leg over his knees, as if to keep him close.

He sighed and let himself sink into sleep. Maybe they could have one good night without anybody being shot, blown up, or murdered.

But he doubted it.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three