Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

Stroking a hand over my hair, he says, “At least through
the new year.”
Excited, I sit up and look at him. “Really? That long?”
Smoothing my hair away from my face with his hands, he
smiles. “You’ll get sick of seeing me.”
I nod, as if this is a real concern. “Probably. A whole week
with you…” I shudder. “Ugh.”
“I guess I’ll have to try to be more interesting.”
His eyes smoldering, he picks me up and carries me back
to bed.
On the way there, I tell him about my visit from Chris.
And even though I don’t want to because I’m afraid of what
his reaction might be, I admit that Chris said he showed the
sketch of his face to the FBI.
“Don’t worry about that.”
He lays me on the bed and settles the covers over me, then
gets into bed on the other side and pulls me against him so
we’re spooning. Drawing his legs up behind mine, he inhales
deeply against my hair, then wraps an arm around me and
kisses the nape of my neck.
“But they’ll be looking for you now. Here.”
“That sketch has already gone missing.”
He rolls over and turns off the light on the nightstand.
Confused, I blink into the darkness.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean Deputy Dipshit isn’t the only one with contacts
inside the bureau.”
I blink so much, I might as well be signaling in Morse
Code. “But…you said if they found out about me—”
“They don’t know anything about you. And we’re going to
keep it that way.”
“Chris might tell them, though.”
“Doubtful. He’s in love with you.”