Page 83 of Finding Lexie
Like Mustang, he could picture himself with her when they were old and gray, still laughing and enjoying each other’s company.
“Oh shit, now he’s gone quiet,” Aleck muttered.
“Probably thinking about all the sex he’s gonna get that we aren’t,” Jag added.
He hadn’t been, but now that they mentioned it… Midas couldn’t help but recall how amazing Lexie had felt that morning. Yes, he was a lucky man, and he knew it.
“Enough sex talk,” Slate said. “Some of us aren’t getting any, and these ten miles aren’t going to run themselves.”
“Why are you so damn impatient, man?” Jag bitched with a shake of his head. “Seriously, haven’t you heard the best things in life come to those who wait?”
“Not for me. If I have to wait too long for something, it’s usually disappointing,” Slate retorted. “Come on, slackers. Let’s get this done.” Then he took off running at a fast clip.
Because they were all super competitive, the rest of the team took off after him in a flash.
* * *
Later that day, Midas pulled up in front of Lexie’s apartment. The afternoon had been long and stressful, and he couldn’t think of anything better than seeing and spending time with his woman. She always made him feel better.
He’d called her when he’d gotten close to her building, and she said she’d be waiting for him. The moment he pulled up, she exited the doors and headed for his car. He started to get out to open her door, but she beat him to it. She sat, and the smile on her face made him feel one hundred percent better.
“Hi!” she said cheerfully as she leaned toward him.
Kissing her was second nature now, and Midas eagerly accepted her invitation. He shoved his hand into her hair and pulled her across the console, kissing her almost desperately. When he pulled back, some of the brightness had bled from her eyes.
“Are you all right?”
Shit. He hadn’t meant to worry her. “I’m good. Long day,” he said. “But seeing you makes it much better.”
“Same,” she agreed. “Not that I had a bad day, but seeing you…”
He smiled, ran his thumb across her bottom lip, then reluctantly let her go. “I thought we could pick something up on the way home. Are you hungry?”
“I could eat,” she said.
“Good.”
The trip back to his house went by relatively quick, as they lucked out and there weren’t any traffic jams on the interstate. Lexie called ahead to Dixie Grill and ordered some barbeque to go. Midas’s stomach growled as the delicious smell of the food filled the car as they headed home.
They worked in his kitchen as if they’d been together for years. Lexie got plates and cutlery while Midas grabbed some drinks for them both. Without having to discuss it, they walked out to his deck with their food. They made small talk while they ate and, after they were finished, Lexie put their plates on a small table to bring inside later, before straddling his lap.
They’d made love this way once, and Midas knew he’d never be able to sit out here and not think about how sexy she’d looked as she rode him, but for the moment, she was obviously feeling more cuddly than sexy. She put her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her securely against him.
“Wanna talk about it?” she asked quietly.
Yeah, she knew he wasn’t his usual self, even though he’d done his best to keep his worries hidden. Midas didn’t even consider not talking to her.
“Looks like we’ll be heading out in a couple days. I can’t say where we’re going or how long we’ll be gone.”
“Okay.”
Midas blinked at her simple response. “Okay?” he asked.
Lexie lifted her head. “Yes.”
He frowned. “I thought you’d have questions. Or that you’d have more of a response than merely ‘okay.’”
“I have questions,” Lexie said. “But I know you can’t answer them. So there’s no point in asking and stressing us both out. Midas, I know what you do. Do I like not knowing where you’ll be or when you’ll be back? No. Can I do anything about it? Also no. I have to believe that you’ll be careful, and that you’ll come back to me safe and sound. You’ve got your friends with you, and I’ve seen you all in action firsthand. So instead of peppering you with pointless questions and stressing us both out, I’m choosing to be chill about this.”
