Taylor turned her head up to look at him. “Oh, well, that’s good. Mr. Hansen will be happy to hear it.”
He nodded mutely, hoping the pain wasn’t reflected on his face. Catching the guy meant the end of the risk to his men, the end of these devastating fires. But it could also mean the end of his budding relationship with Taylor. And that f*****g hurt.
They sat quietly, drinking their coffee. Both deep in thought. He checked his watch again. “Do you mind if I have a quick shower before I go?” She ran her eyes over his bare chest a blush creeping up her cheeks. Biting her lip, she murmured. “No, it’s OK.” He groaned. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ll never get to work.”
She giggled and took a sip of coffee, her eyes dancing with mirth over the rim of her cup.
He helped her off his lap, a
