Lisa opened her eyes. Another day, another hunt. Two nights ago, Mallory Cahill had come back to Boston city. She wasn't six feet under. She was very alive and kicking. Lisa felt uncomfortable about the news but she was also happy for Rule and Damien.
She felt the bed dip at her side. She opened her eyes wider to see Damien smiling at her. He had unfastened all the buttons of the shirt he wore. The view of his washboard abs looked mouthwatering.
"Morning, beautiful."
Lisa bit the middle of her bottom lip, fighting a smile as heat rushed to her cheeks. Since the night he had shared her bed with her, their relationship had shifted from platonic to bordering on something more.
"Hey." She breathed.
"How was your night?" He slinked on a charming smile, rubbing his thumb on her side, where her cami had pulled up.
Lisa stretched out on the bed, releasing a faint yawn. Giddy, she said, "Refreshing. How was yours?"
