THIRTY-FIVE
Sharing a bed with Wreck lulled Tulsi into a deeper sleep than she’d enjoyed for a long time. That was maybe why when Wreck eased her onto her back to free himself, she hadn’t stirred. A chill tingled in her shoulders, piquing her awareness. She didn’t remember hearing anything, but when her eyes relaxed open, she saw Wreck on his feet in a crouch. That was the first Tulsi knew of him being out of their bed.
“Ruin?” she mumbled, pushing onto her elbows. He put a finger to his lips. She didn’t know what he was shushing her for. They’d had loud s*x. He hadn’t cared about anyone hearing that. Her confusion only grew when she noticed he was wearing jeans. “Baby—”
“Someone’s downstairs,” he whispered.
Alert in an instant, Tulsi threw off the covers and rushed to grab a pair of j
