What had already been a really rough morning shifted into something else entirely, except he wasn’t sure exactly what. Not only was he running on less than two hours of sleep, he was he looking into the face of the reason for that lack of sleep. The sexiest reason he’d ever had… And there hadn’t been a wink of sleep involved. Nope, it’d been a physically active sleepover, and just thinking about it had certain parts of his anatomy twitching to life, though those certain parts should be dead after the night they’d had. Christ. He knew he shouldn’t have answered his damn cell this morning. He hadn’t been scheduled to work today. In fact, he’d planned on hanging out with his brother Cord, recently injured on one of Uncle Sam’s missions. Today’s physical therapy was to have involved the beach, with a net and a volleyball and some good-old-fashioned ass kicking. But dead bodies always trumped days off, so here he was. It was what he did. Work. His job took over much of his life, and it wasn’t as if he was petting puppies for a living.
