Heart?Fynn gave himself a mental slap upside the head. Nolan meant his pulse rate, not anything more. “Thanks. I’ll… see you in the morning?” He wasn’t sure what the day had done to Nolan’s schedule.
“Yep. I’ll hand off to Sheridan once you’re down, and then come back in the morning.”
“Shouldn’t you have an actual day off, though?” Fynn ruthlessly strangled his pleasure over Nolan returning. “You were going to have a whole weekend, and today was a bust.”
“I don’t mind,” Nolan said. “With this new event, I want to be right on top of the situation for a while.”
Would you like to be on top of me?
That right there was proof Fynn needed to get a solid bedroom door between him and Nolan, before he said something stupid. “Well, good night, then. See you.” He headed to his room, turning in the doorway to wave.
Nolan waved back, a quizzical look on his face.
Fynn retreated, closed his door, and slowly banged his forehead against it over and over.I am so totally in trouble.
Chapter 8
Nolan arrived to relieve Sheridan half an hour early on Sunday. Wasn’t like he’d been getting much sleep anyhow. He trusted his people, but his whole body relaxed when he could hear Fynn’s faint snores through the bedroom door himself.
By the time Fynn stumbled out of the bedroom, blinking behind his glasses, his hair adorably mussed, Nolan was on his second cup of coffee and halfway through initial email reports on the new suspect searches.
Fynn looked his way and smiled so sweetly Nolan felt his heart lurch.No, not heart, my stomach or something, because a client getting attached is always bad news.
Then Fynn said, “Oh my god, fresh coffee. Come to Papa,” and stumbled right past Nolan to the kitchen.
Nolan’s taken-abackness definitely wasn’t disappointment. “Yeah, I made a fresh pot. I figured you’d be up soon.”
Fynn poured himself a huge mugful. “I forgot to set the timer last night. I thought I’d have to wait.” He took a long swallow, then inhaled the aroma with a beatific look on his face.
Nolan slid his phone back into his pocket. “What’s your plan for today?”
“I should grocery shop.” Fynn drank more coffee a sip at a time. With Fynn’s smile fading, Nolan could see dark circles under his eyes and a hint of strain around his mouth.He probably didn’t sleep well either.
We could’ve kept each other company.
He stomped firmly on that idea. “You could order groceries in. I’m surprised you don’t use a service anyway.”
“I’m super picky about my produce. I have to choose for myself. When I first started working on my prototype, I selected every avocado by hand.” Fynn topped up his mug and sighed. “Not anymore, obviously. We get them delivered by the case. But I still like picking out the food I’m going to eat.”
“We can go to the store.”
Fynn stared into the depths of his mug. “I’m not sure I want to drive.”
“Hell, no, you’re not driving yourself anywhere. That’s our job.”
“I mean, even as a passenger. I feel like a wimp, but I don’t like the idea.” The cup of coffee shook in Fynn’s grip and he set it down on the counter.
“You’re not being a wimp. That’s reasonable. Cars haven’t been a safe space for you lately.”
“I hate it, though. The kidnappers shouldn’t have so much power over me. I refuse to let them.” Fynn eyed Nolan. “Maybe if you drive. I feel safer around you.”
Nolan tried not to like that too much.He means your size, bozo. And because you’re the boss. Nothing personal.“How about if Amelia drives, and you and I sit in the back? We can take my Navigator with all the bells and whistles. Different seating, different set-up. Would that help?”
Fynn tilted his head, eyes unfocused. “Yeah. Maybe. Might work.”
“I’ll message Amelia. What time do you want to leave?”
“Shouldn’t she get time off?”
