Chapter 9
James
Later that night, a strong thunderstorm rolls in; the sound of hail shattering against the reinforced windows awakens my appetite. I open my eyes onto my darkened bedroom and turn briefly to look. Karin’s here, curled up next to me, head on the pillow beside mine, like she belongs here.
Maybe she does, I think, and the rush of warmth troubles me again.
But I’m getting less worried, I realize, slipping out of bed to take a shower. I’m starting to like the idea. Except for one tiny, nagging thing.
“How do you earn this much running a security company?”
I have to tell her the truth, I think as I soap off our sweat and her perfume. The faint nail marks she left on my biceps sting a bit, making me smile in spite of the serious subject. I should spoil her first, get her use
