POV: Kim
The question hung in the warm, rumpled darkness of my bedroom, right between my swollen lips and the back of Jake’s neck. He didn't answer right away. His chest rose and fell against my spine, a slow, heavy rhythm that felt entirely too comfortable for a woman who had just discovered she was carrying her own death warrant highlighted in yellow marker.
His nose shifted against my hair, inhaling deeply, before he let out a long, quiet sigh.
"Come on," Jake murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against my shoulder blade. He detangled his long legs from mine and sat up, the mattress shifting under his massive weight. "Let's get some coffee in you before we start the historical overview. Frank’s probably already downstairs burning the beans."
Ten minute
