Chapter 37: Danger is What I Like
“I thought you would never wake up,” Brayden said, positioned next to me at my side, naked and smelling of morning sweat. His hair was mussed and his eyes were bright with life. He grinned from ear to ear, pleased to see me. Fingertips brushed over my forehead with sensual and caring strokes. And then he said, “I missed you, guy. Don’t be getting shot anytime soon because I can’t say I enjoyed worrying about you.”
I saw my familiar bedroom window that overlooked the sunny and blue Gulf, the shelf of Sue Grafton paperbacks at the bottom of my bed, and felt safe again, home at last. He tweaked one of my n*****s in a playful manner, kept the grin on his handsome face, and caused me to say, “Be careful, guy. I’m still recovering.”
“That makes two of us. Bei
