I knocked the nanny cam to the side as I hung over the edge of the couch searching for Mr. Jasper. He had to be in the house somewhere.

Who made these damn cages and why did they suck so badly? Those little black connectors keeping the sides together sucked. How hard was it to design something to contain one damn rabbit? After I found him this time, I was locking him up in the bathroom for safety. Unless...

"Did you eat him?" I asked NB as he slept on the couch. "You'd tell Momma. Right?"

I tried to pry open his mouth to sniff for bunny breath, but NB scowled at me and jumped off the couch.

"Come back," I yelled as he ran into the bedroom.

NB stopped two feet into the room and lowered enough to growl at something under the bed.

"Is Mr. Jasper hiding under there?" I dropped beside him. "He is!"

The fluffy little shit was lain out flat on top of a sweatshirt taking a nap. I rubbed at my temple. How did I always find myself in these situations?

I crawled closer to the bed and held my hands out, searching for him in the darkness. Soft fur brushed against my fingers, but the bunny crawled further under the bed.

"Damn it," I said and stretched out my arm to get closer.

NB barked and ran toward the front of the house. Such a traitor.

"What are you doing under the bed?" Broadrick asked a few moments later. "And why is there a nanny cam on the couch?"

I deflated. Damn it. I thought I'd get at least a day out of the teddy bears. Broadrick worked with super spy devices. I thought for sure the simple and cheap item would get past his defenses. No one suspected the teddy bear.

"What nanny cam? Why are you so suspicious all the time?" I tried to deflect.

He kneeled beside me. "Is this about Dalton? I told you. I'll tell you as soon as there is anything worth telling." Ah, huh!

I twisted my body in his direction, which was quite a feat since half of it was still under the bed. "So, you admit this is something about us? It's not a top-secret mission."

The tips of his lips twitched. His tell. "It's currently top secret, but won't always be. When that happens, I'll tell you."

"I'm watching you." I narrowed my eyes at him and pointed. "But the bear is not for you. I'm testing it for a client."

I hated lying to the man, but drastic times and all that mumbo jumbo.

Broadrick reached under the bed and gave Mr. Jasper a pet along his ears. "So, it's not for you to spy on me?"

"Absolutely not." I tried to shrug but couldn't manage in my small space.

Why'd I have to date the smart SEAL? Couldn't I have picked one that had all muscle and no brain?

Mr. Jasper leaned into Broadrick's ear rub, and he used the opportunity to scoop him up and fish him out from under the bed. I scowled at him as he carried him out of the room and back to his cage.

"Stick him in the bathtub," I yelled, but since he didn't open any doors, I assumed he hadn't listened.

I crawled on the bed and sprawled out flat on my back. What a freaking day.

My eyes had just finished closing when Broadrick returned. The bed dipped as he sat on it.

"You look exhausted," he said as he rubbed my ankles.

I threw a hand over my face for dramatic effect. "Why don't killers just turn themselves in to me? It would make the entire thing so much easier."

"What would be the fun of that?" Broadrick asked, as he scooted up on the bed and tapped me on the shoulder.

I rolled over to my side, and he pushed his hands under my shirt and used his strong thumbs to rub at the tight muscles along my spine. I moaned and sank into his touch. They deepened, and I tugged on the edge of the comforter, wrapping my hand around it.

"I didn't realize being an adult would be so hard," I mumbled as I stuck my face deeper in the pillow. I should have listened to my mother all those times she tried to warn me.

"Take off your shirt." He tapped me on the lower back to make room for him. "For better access."

I half rolled over to let myself look into his eyes when I replied. "Uh-huh?"

But I did it anyway.

Broadrick helped me pull the shirt over my shoulders, and I let it fall to the ground on the side of the bed. "Don't stop."

He put his hands on my back again and restarted his deep rubs. Did the government teach them how to give massages to one another, or did I hit the boyfriend lotto?

"Wait!" I rolled over and eyed the shoulder he had pressed against the mattress. "Your shoulder. This can't be good for it. You're supposed to be resting."

"I'm fine." Broadrick tapped my hip. "Get back over. I'm not finished yet."

I flipped back over but grumbled as I did it.

The top half of me relaxed into his movements. My shoulders loosened and my eyes closed in relaxation. The lower half of my body burned from Broadrick's touch. My stomach tightened each time his fingers ran down my spine.

My jaw unclenched. I hadn't realized I'd been clenching until I stopped.

Broadrick's hand circled over my side, and he cupped one of my breasts in his palm. The pad of his thumb ran over my nipple, causing it to pebble on contact.

I moaned and pushed my head closer to his on the pillow. The sheets grew warm, and parts of my body tightened with each press of his fingers. Screw the massage. I now had other things on my mind.

He squeezed my breast, tweaking the nipple with two of his fingers and pulling. I moaned harder and inched back toward him until my ass pressed against his groin. The denim material of his jean kept me from getting everything I wanted, but the thick outline of his cock nestled into my groove. We had to get rid of more clothes.

With one hand, Broadrick popped the button of my jeans and slipped his hand into my pants. He pressed me tighter against him and struggled to reach his final destination. The tip of his finger grazed the top of my arch before he let out a frustrated breath.

"Take off your pants and I'll make it more relaxing."

I opened my mouth to laugh, but he tapped my clit, and I closed my lips along with my eyes as the feeling hit my toes. "Okay, but you, too."

Once we were both jeans free, I resumed my position with my back pressed against his front. Broadrick easily slipped between my folds without the obstructions, and I parted my legs to make it easier. He ran one finger in a circle around my opening.

I kept my eyes closed and let myself relax into the feel of everything Broadrick. It was as if he'd encircled my entire presence with his. Our world contained only the two of us, and we'd let no one interrupt our time together. Broadrick was peace. My happy place.

He slid a single digit inside me, and I pushed back against his dick, letting him know I enjoyed the move. The sheets warmed under us, the silky material heightening the senses on my bare legs. Another finger found my sweet spot and I wiggled my hips into him, opening my legs wider.

"See, isn't this relaxing?" he whispered in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe and giving it a tug.