Sam looked up from her seat on the couch and couldn’t help but smile. Free came out of the bathroom with his hair wet and messy, wearing a T-shirt and jeans with his holster slung over his shoulder. He was totally adorkable.
And a huge part of her regretted not getting in the shower with him. He’d sounded surprised when she asked if he had everything he needed and he offered no invitation. Looked like she’d have to put out the invite tonight.
“I ordered Chinese. Hope that’s okay with you.”
“I’m starving, so you could feed me just about anything right now and I’d be happy.” He dropped his bag next to the couch and balanced the holster on top. He sat down beside her, stretching his legs into her space. “How was your week?”
“Okay, I guess.”
He leaned forward, bracing his elbow on his leg
