Chapter 221

“You got it. I’ll put on a pot of coffee and be waiting for you.”

“Thanks.” Zy hung up with a sigh that sounded more than tired. It was eat-a-bullet weary.

That worried the hell out of Trees.

With a curse, he rose and tossed on some sweatpants and a tee, then headed across the house to Laila. He half expected to see her curled on her side, tresses tumbling behind her, as they always did in sleep. Instead, she lay on her back, gaze glued to the ceiling.

“Laila?”

“What?” She jolted, then scrambled to pull the covers closer.

It wouldn’t do any good to remind her that he’d already seen and touched all the parts she tried to hide. Even so, glimpsing the outline of her nipples through her shirt set his libido off again. Every time he fucking looked at her, he felt as if he hadn’t had sex in decades, rather than being deep inside her mere days ago. “Zy is on his way over. It’s work. I won’t be getting to bed anytime soon, so if you want me to uncuff you…