A car door slammed. “Take it home, Eli. You’re glowing. Go fuck in private. Fucking aliens, like watching animals at a zoo.”
Bliss tensed, ripped her mouth from his, and pushed free of his hold. “What are you doing?” Her voice was hoarse, breathy, and full of horror.
Fucking racists spoiled everything. Would she knee him in the nuts again if he pulled her back and nuzzled her hair? Probably, and his boys were still tender from the morning’s crushing. “Kissing you.”
“I meant, why are you here?”
“Doing my job.”
She blinked at him, almost smiled. “Kissing me is your job?”
That was a career choice? He’d seen the wrong list. “Protecting and watching out for you.”
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