His dark brown eyes could be cool and unreadable-his cop eyes-or soft, melting chocolate, like when he was feeling frisky, though she hadn’t seen that side of him lately. Whatever he saw had him moving from his duffel bag to the side of the bed, where he stood looking down at her. His mouth tightened slightly as his eyes scanned her from head to toe. “Seems like,” she answered, hearing the exhaustion in her voice.Įvidently Sawyer did as well. And right now the bear stopped shoving things into a duffel bag and looked at her, quiet and assessing, taking her temperature from across the room. “Officer Hottie,” she murmured, and had the pleasure of seeing the big, badass, steely man grimace at the nickname he hated.įive years and she still loved to poke the bear. She sat up and blearily blinked into focus a sight that immediately had her brain clearing. Chloe came awake aware of two things: one, she was alone in the bed, and two, she didn’t like being alone in the bed.
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