I thought about it for a moment. “Better than I have in years.”
Her expression softened. “Me, too. No nightmares.”
Perverse pleasure swept through me at those words. That I could be the one to keep her nightmares away. I lifted a hand, my thumb ghosting across her bottom lip. “Good.”
Her lips parted on an audible inhale.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I snatched my hand back and hurried out of bed. “I’m going to take a shower. Averycold one.”
“Why would you take a cold—?”
Her words trailed off as I turned around. The tent in the front of my pajama pants was more than obvious.
Her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Ice baths from now on,” I grumbled, heading for the bathroom. But Hallie’s giggle followed me all the way.
* * *
Nash studiedme as he handed me a coffee. “You look surprisingly good.”
“Gee, thanks,” I said, accepting the mug.
Nash wasn’t bothered by my response and settled on the couch in my office. “Hey, it’s an improvement from zombie Law. That’s all I’m saying. I just expected it to be a rough night’s sleep last night.”
I shifted in my chair. “Well, it wasn’t.”
Nash was quiet for a moment and then jerked upright. “You slept with Hallie!”
“Would you shut up?” I barked.
My office door was closed, but the walls weren’t exactly thick.
“You did.”
“No, weslepttogether,” I corrected.
Nash’s brow furrowed. “Dude, are you having a stroke?”
I sighed, setting down my coffee. “She slept in my room, but nothing happened.” Unless you counted a raging case of blue balls.
He winced. “Rough.”
“It was nice, actually. I slept better than I have in a long time. I feel like I can think today.”
“And Hallie?” Nash pressed.
“Said she didn’t have any nightmares.”
A shadow passed over Nash’s face. He knew what it was to love a woman with demons in her past. “If it helps, gotta keep sleeping with her.”
I shifted again. The truth was, I didn’t think I could sleep without her now. It felt too good to slip under while wrapped around her body. But I wasn’t about to tell Nash that.
“You hear anything from the lawyer?” I asked.
He nodded. “Got an email from him. We should be able to ask some questions tomorrow. Not that I think he’ll let his client answer them.”
