Page 98 of Moros
I kissed her how I’d been aching to since our talk on the plane and she’d fallen asleep in my arms. Watching her sleep always soothed me.
It was the thought I knew where she was and that she was safe.
Lifting my mouth, I tapped her lips with a finger, kissed her again and left her alone in my bedroom.
I thought back to the list of things I’d sent Pasha—in one of the bags should be a new cell phone.
The fact her old one died so quickly, didn’t sit right with me.
And with the kind of woman I was beginning to know Ryanne as, she was going to fight me about the phone.
If she truly didn’t want it, she could give it back to me once she found a new job and bought a new one.
If she still refused, I would put one of Tex’s tracking devices on her.
…I didn’t want to have to do that.
“So?” Pasha asked as I went through the food delivery app.
“So, what?”
“Did she like what we got her?”
“I’m not sure.” I replied. “She didn’t take my head off though. She just told me the next time I think she needs cheering up, food or my body will do the trick.”
Pasha purred and scratched the air toward me.
“Rawr!” She blushed.
“Stop that!” I told her, trying to hide my smile. “I’m terrified of falling in love with her, Pash. What am I supposed to do?”
“Fall in love with her.”
“Why do I bother talking to you?”
“Because I have more sense than Boss?” Pasha asked. “There is nothing wrong with falling in love with a woman. And a woman who doesn’t want your money even though she doesn’t have any of her own—I mean she might that we’ve found her father’s will.”
I grunted.
“But she never wanted anything from you.” Pasha continued. “Well, nothing except that ass of yours.”
I muttered a profanity.
“What do you want for dinner?”
“I don’t care.” Pasha told me. “Ask your woman.”
I grinned and jogged up the stairs.
At my bedroom, I knocked.
“Um—come in!” Ryanne called.
When I stepped in, she was wrapped in a towel. She saw me ands cocked a hip.
“Why are you knocking?” She wanted to know.
“You could have been naked.” I told her, softly.