Contentment. He lay still, focusing on the regular rise and fall of Becca’s chest as she slept, tucked against his side. His week was half over and he had no clue where this thing with Becca was going, but he hoped to figure it out. Unfortunately, he couldn’t spend the morning in her bed, thinking about the future, especially when a sense of urgency he couldn’t explain pushed him to rise. He’d long ago learned to trust his instincts. Not wanting to wake her, he slowly untwined their limbs and edged out from beneath her. With a sigh, she stretched and nestled into his pillow, a smile on her lips as she resumed her dream. Diego quietly tugged on some sweatpants, with an idea of making coffee and maybe seeing if he could scrounge up something for breakfast. Soon, they’d head to SSAM to see what Einstein might have found out about the location of Eve Reynolds. The woman hadn’t returned their calls, despite Becca’s frequent appeals.
