Page 59 of Paws & Order

Tomorrow, I'll figure out who Theodore Whitmore really was.

But tonight?

The ghost can wait until morning.

CHAPTER 14

LIZA

The following morning has a different taste to it.

Softer, maybe.

Or maybe that's just Cassian.

I wake with the weight of his arm draped over my waist, heavy and warm beneath the blankets. His breathing brushes the back of my neck. Somewhere during the night, he'd pulled me against him, and neither of us had bothered to move.

For one quiet minute, I stay exactly where I am.

The apartment is still and the mystery is still unsolved. The world is still ridiculous. But for once, none of it feels urgent.

Eventually, delivery trucks begin their usual campaign against peace and quiet.

I ease onto my back.

Cassian's eyes are already open.

I narrow mine.

"Were you watching me sleep?"

"No."

"That was too fast."

A corner of his mouth curves into an almost smile.

"You drooled on my arm."

I gasp."I did not."

"You absolutely did."

"I'd like a second opinion."

"Unfortunately, I'm the victim and there were no other witnesses to refute my testimony.

I swat his shoulder and he catches my wrist.

The movement is automatic. So is the way neither of us lets go immediately.

My pulse skips.

His gaze drops briefly to my mouth.

Then returns to my eyes.

Dangerous. Very dangerous.