Avery:
I woke up to Cruz’s arm slung heavy over my waist and the smell of his skin all over the sheets.
For a second, I just laid there, letting myself pretend that we were normal. That this was a normal morning after a normal night with a normal man who didn’t carry guns or scowls or the weight of a whole damn outlaw empire on his back.
Then he stirred, and I felt the real world slip back in.
“You up?” he murmured, lips brushing the back of my neck.
“Unfortunately.” I stretched, winced a little—yeah, I was definitely walking funny today—and rolled to face him. “You gonna stop by my station today?”
Cruz smirked. “I guess I could get stabbed for that.”
I scowled, sitting up and reaching for my bra like it was battle armor. “You better not.”
He sat up behind me, bare and warm and smu
