CHAPTER NINETEEN
After their second carnal round, they’d fallen asleep in their usual position again.
With her whole body, she nudged his. “Dax,” she said, interrupting his subdued snore.
He kind of snorted and mumbled something, loosening his grip on her hand.
No doubt he thought she wanted to use the restroom, forgetting in his slumber that they were nowhere near their room or internal plumbing.
A guy of his skill probably didn’t worry about anyone getting the drop on him. Even if someone got the first punch in, or the first few, Dax would still win a physical fight, with absolute certainty.
The bathroom wasn’t her motive, his safety was. Picking up his arm, she read the hands on his heavy watch. Nine eighteen. s**t. The music was off. In fact, she couldn’t hear anything except her
