Hyper Lynx (The Lynx Series Book 6) by Fiona Quinn

Author:Fiona Quinn [Quinn, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

When I opened the fridge, dinner fell on the floor.

I balled my fists and growled my frustration.

“Lexi, sit.” Striker said, all calm and shit. “Let me handle this.”

“I’ve got it,” I spat out.

“Do you need me to remind you, you aren’t a superhero?”

“I’m very clear on my human frailty, thanks, Striker.” I grabbed up the broom and dustpan to scoop the remains of my casserole.

“Not even close to my point. I was going to say that it’s been a hell of a day, and I’d like to help you relax. And, Dr. Carlon said that you have to get a good night’s sleep. The alarm is going to be sounding way too early for your liking. Why you accepted that crazy schedule—”

“I took the schedule that the quitting waitress already had on the books.” I dumped the food into the trash and moved to the sink to get a rag and wipe up the last of it. “I love you,” I said past the blast of water. “I appreciate you. You know that, right?”

“We take care of each other. The appreciation is mutual. Now, shall I call for some pizza?”

I pulled my hairband from a hook by the soap dispenser, bent back, gathered my hair up into a loose bun, then moved toward the spill.

Striker took the rag from my hand and pointed to a chair. I sat gratefully while he sopped up the mess. “I could make breakfast for dinner,” I suggested. “Do you want eggs?”

“I’m fine with a bowl of cereal. I’d rather you sit.” Striker finished up, tossing the cloth in the pail to go down to the washing machine. “Sometimes, you find solace in cooking. If that’s the case here, then make whatever you want. If this is a chore on your to-do list, let me do it.”

I caught the way he was assessing me. I knew I wasn’t fooling him at all. I didn’t even feel up to this much. I certainly didn’t want to eat. I was just play-acting to get to the point in my day when I could fall into bed, hopefully early and by myself, so I could just lay there and cry. Let my body release this sucky day. I stood up to get myself a drink of water.

“What do you need right now, Chica?”

I swept my hands over my face. “Just being here with you is pretty darned good.”

He reached out and pinched the edge of my dress between his thumb and forefinger, his mind working the problem. He was a SEAL, through and through.

Releasing the cloth, Striker reached under my arms and lifted me onto the counter, so we were eye to eye.

I rested my hands on the broad expanse of his shoulders and just felt the latent strength. These arms had the capacity to do great harm and the ability to take up great burdens. I loved Striker’s shoulders. I leaned in and laid a kiss on the rounding dome of his muscle.

When I lifted up, Striker’s lips met mine in a slow kiss.

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