The Hero She Deserves - Page 65

“No.” She gripped the sides of his face. “We’re just good together.”

He smiled. “We are.”

“And now, I’m going to make us breakfast. Or try to, since we don’t have much food.”

His brow creased. “I’ll need to go into Kula and get supplies. Too dangerous to take you with me, but I don’t like leaving you alone.”

“It’ll be fine. Let’s worry about that after we eat and shower.”

“We showering together?”

She smiled. “Yes. One, it saves water. Two, I want to see you naked.” She slid off him and stood. “And three, I’m planning to suck your cock while we’re in there.”

His big body locked. Oh, it gave her a hit of pleasure to see him react like that.

“You onboard with my plan, Deputy Lane?” she asked saucily.

He gave her a long, hot look. “Yeah, Ms. Stanton, I am.”

After a quick breakfast, and a long, pleasurable shower, Hollis found herself in the compact living area, watching Sawyer getting ready to head into town. They’d wiped out most of the food they’d brought with them from Sawyer’s at breakfast.

“I won’t be gone long.”

“I’ll be fine.” She wasn’t sure if she was reassuring him or herself.

“You could come, but I don’t want anyone to see you.” He lifted his head, a serious look on his face. “You’d need to stay in the truck. There’s always a chance someone would spot you. They’ll be looking for a redhead?—”

“I’ll be fine here,” she repeated again.

“Don’t answer the door.”

“Yes, Dad.”

He hauled her close. “Believe me, I have no fatherly feelings toward you, especially after our shower.” He took her mouth in a quick kiss.

Just that small touch left her lightheaded.

“Here.” He held something out to her.

She stared at the handgun. “No.” She held up her hands. “I don’t like guns.”

“Take it, Hollis. Until I get back. Can you use it?”

She sighed and took it. “Yes. I had to train with handguns for a movie once.”

He nodded. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Okay.”

She watched him leave. She stayed in the doorway until the truck disappeared from view.Ugh. Stress immediately tightened her neck and shoulders. She decided she needed to do something.

Bake. She’d bake something. She hardly ever got the chance.

Opening the pantry, she studied the contents. Luckily, the cottage was equipped with all the basics like sugar, flour, and long-life milk. She got the ingredients out, set the oven to heat up, then started mixing. The kitchen wasn’t fancy, and the cabinetry and counters were old, but it was meticulously clean.

As she mixed, she turned to look at the view. She couldn’t decide if she preferred the rolling hills or the ocean. They were both stunning.

She glanced at the gun sitting on the countertop and shuddered. Setting the bowl down, she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel, then grabbed the gun. She crossed to a wooden cabinet and set the gun on top.