Page 105 of Lethal Game

Unless he didn't let them end.

That thought made him uneasy. He was courageous in the face of danger and even the potential loss of his life, but losing his heart was a different story.

Alisa's eyes fluttered open, drawing his gaze to hers.

She gave him a happy smile. "Morning."

"How did you sleep?"

"I don't think I dreamt at all, which was a good thing. What about you?"

"Same." He hadn't had to dream because he'd fallen asleep with her in his arms.

"Do we really have to get up?"

"I was wondering the same thing," he admitted with a smile.

She lifted her head and propped it up on one elbow. "But?"

"I didn't say but."

"I heard it even if you didn't say it."

"There is a lot of follow-up to do, and I need to go into the office."

"I know. But it's Sunday. Can you start a little later?"

He laughed. "Like how much later?"

"However much time you'll give me," she said with a sexy smile.

He wanted to give her all the time in the world. But they were both living in the euphoric afterglow of what they'd survived, what they'd conquered, and this wasn't either of their real lives.

"Jason?" she asked, her smile dimming. "Where did you go?"

"I was just thinking about time. It's been controlling us since the first moment we met."

"I know. Last night, that ticking clock seemed to match the beat of my heart. Watching you disarm that bomb was one of the scariest things I've ever seen. I don't know how you were so calm because every second that ticked away filled me with dread."

"I just had to focus on stopping the timer because there wasn't another option. You did the same minutes later," he reminded her.

"It was easier for me; I'd already watched you succeed."

"You still had to do it and get it done in seconds. In fact, if you had been a little later finding the backpack…"

She put a finger against his mouth. "We're not thinking about that."

"No, we're not," he agreed as he kissed her finger before she moved her hand away from his mouth. "We can finally stop looking back and just focus on the future."

"There's a lot I have to do in my future, too. I have to get another car for one thing."

"At least, you seem to have conquered your fear of garages," he said lightly.

"Yes, but I have a feeling I'll still be thinking about carjackersand bombs every time I go into a garage. I know I won't ever walk to my car again without the keys in my hand."

"Probably a good idea."

"I also have to figure out where my mom is going to go, and what we're going to do about her house. My dad said he wasn't the one who burned it down. You were wrong about that. He just had an idea that Novikov would do something to the house. That's why he took some personal memorabilia when he left."