“Where were you, Hunter?” Looking up into the curious face of his partner, he could feel the heat rise on his cheeks. He hadn’t thought it would be a problem dating his partner’s sister, but having just been interrupted recalling the softness of her skin as he’d run his hands over her naked flesh, he realized it had its uncomfortable moments. “Sorry, just thinking. What’s up?” he asked, trying to pull himself back to work. “Whatever you were thinking must have been good.” Jordan chuckled and plopped down in the empty chair beside the desk. “How’d it go last night?” Grayson replayed last night in his mind. It had been perfect, really. The way her eyes drifted closed when he kissed her, the way her body arched against his hands when he touched her. He knew he was falling for Lexie. He’d started the minute he’d laid eyes on her. But waking up this morning, watching her sleep with one arm resting gently across her son, he knew it was no longer falling. He’d fallen — hard.
