Lash opened his eyes as the sunlight flickered on his face. The only sounds in the room were the hum of the air conditioner and the flapping of the faded curtain as the circulating air blew it against the window.
He turned to Naomi and took in the curves of her body through the thin white sheet covering her waist. Brushing a hand over the satin skin of her back, he listened to her breath and relished the few precious moments they had together. He made a decision. As soon as he’d seen to it that she was at the safe house, he was going to ask for permission to stay with her.
He couldn’t think of anyone who had ever made such a request, and he didn’t care. He’d find a way to stay with her. He’d grovel to Michael; he’d even take on extra assignments from Gabrielle if he had to. She was worth
