Page 60 of Paws & Order

"You keep looking at me like that," I say.

"Like what?"

"Like you're trying to memorize me."

For the first time all morning, he looks away. Which tells me everything I need to know.

A ridiculous amount of satisfaction blooms in my chest.

"Ha."

"Don't start."

"Too late."

He groans.

I grin.

Victory.

Cassian eventually sits up and rubs a hand across his face.

The sheets slide lower and I make the mistake of looking.

A defined chest. Broad shoulders. The sort of physique that should probably require a permit. My train of thought derails completely.

"Something wrong?"

I jerk my eyes upward. "Nope."

His smile widens. The jerk.

A few minutes later, I'm halfway to the bathroom when his phone starts vibrating.

He ignores it.

Which immediately makes me suspicious.

I grab it off the nightstand.

"Do not answer that."

Too late.

"Hello?" I say brightly. "You've reached Officer Wolfridge and?—"

Cassian lunges. I dodge.

A familiar voice crackles through the speaker. "So it's true."

Alaric. Of course.

"You moved in with Liza."

Cassian snatches the phone from my hand and hangs up.

I dissolve into laughter. "He sounds devastated."