“Dex?” She frowned at him clearly not expecting him back although the slight tremor in her voice did betray her excitement that he had.
“I don’t think I’m going to be invited to any Nugent family BBQ’s in a hurry.”
Harper laughed, folding her arms as she settled against the door frame. “Oh no. What happened? Did you punch Chuck?”
Dex snorted. “No. But I may have...implied you were using me for sex.”
She blinked. “Implied?”
“Well...stated is probably more accurate.”
She laughed harder. “What the hell?”
“What can I say?” He shrugged. “They were pissing me off.”
She fluttered a hand over her heart and gave an exaggerated sigh. “My hero.”
His gaze fell to where her hand nestled against the roundness of her breast. She was so soft there. When Dex returned his attention to her face she was watching him closely.
“Thank you for defending my honour.”
He chuckled. “By besmirching it?”
“Meh,” she said dismissively. “Whatever works.”
They grinned at each other for long moments. “Do you need to go home?” she asked.
Dex hesitated. He should. Griff had organised for some ex-military guy who specialised in survival training to do some sessions with them. For some unknown reason these started at four in the morning—some crap about conquering mental conditioning—and tomorrow was their first session.
“Not yet. What’d you have in mind?”
She pretended to ponder for a beat or two. “How about more Star Wars?” she mused, her face a picture of innocence.
“Not quite the stars I had in mind.”
“Me neither,” she grinned and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him inside.