“Ellie, can you reach my phone?” Ben didn’t move. “I need two things. One, some photos, and then for you to call Andy for me.”
She moved closer to him, until her breath was on his face and her hand was on his chest. “Where?”
“Um, top shirt pocket.”
In a moment she had the phone and was at his level, on her own knees. The heat left his chest the second her hand did, but her hip pressed against his.
“It is password protected. Shall I use my phone?”
“No.” Damnit. “Twenty-five ten.”
She tapped it in, then shot him a look. “You are kidding, right?”
“Old habits, sweetheart.”
The word came out before he could stop it, but she ignored him, taking a series of photos of the g*n nestled between the mattress and bed base. He needed to change his password from her birthday.
“Okay, there’s a he
