The door opens.
"Captain where-are-you is leaving without telling me where he's going?" I challenge.
"I texted you."
Picking up my phone, I check and see he has. "Going for coffee," I read. "You need shoes in the kitchen?"
"Oh, no. We're not starting like this." He closes the door and faces me.
My breath catches at the sight of his handsome features. My face is warm, my body humming with desire already.
"You need to decide now if you're going to trust me. Because if you don't, this won't work," he says firmly.
What won't work? I rarely think more than a day ahead. I know he's the opposite. What I can't figure out: if he's only thinking two days ahead or much farther.
Or even if I care, if I can get his clothes off him right now. I don't like there being anything between us, more so after last night, when I got to experience Sawyer without his Iceman face or guard.
He's even more beautiful unguarded than he is now.
"I'm going to tell your brother about us then get us both coffee," he says when I'm quiet.
"Petr?" I say, startled. "You're going to tell Petr you slept with me?"
"No." Sawyer gives a faint smile. "Mikael. He brought us together. I thought I would thank him."
My god. I think I love this man.