"It might take a few days, depending on how things progress," he said.
She bit her lip gently, knowing his work sometimes involved confidential matters and couldn't be explained clearly, "Will this job be dangerous?"
He chuckled, "No danger, don't worry."
Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
The next night, he asked for her a lot, as if trying to make up for the next few days' worth of absence. He kept at it until she barely had the strength to lift a finger, and finally, he let her off the hook.
In the morning, Kyle Kinston looked at Mabel Quinn still asleep in bed, a touch of tenderness in his eyes. This woman, his woman, seemed to make any place feel like home.
Even in this small apartment complex, he felt an overwhelming sense of warmth.
After dressing, he leaned down, planted a kiss on her forehead, and thought about not being able to see her for a few days, feeling an unexpected reluctance.
"Mmm..." She opened her eyes groggily, "Kyle..."
