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“Yes.”
“And you’re going to help me?” she asked, clearly sounding like she didn’t believe him.
“Yeah, I am going to help.”
“Is it wrong that I find that hard to believe?”
“Well, come tomorrow, we shall see.”
Chapter Six
The following morning, Tamsin rolled over and looked at her husband. She had expected him to be awake, but staring at him now, she couldn’t help but be still. Mason looked fast asleep and completely at peace. There were no frown lines around his mouth or eyes. His hair rested across his face. She was tempted to reach out and run her fingers through it.
After dinner last night, they had retired to this bedroom, where Mason had once again explored her body and brought her to orgasm twice. She expected him to want her touch, but instead he took her into his arms and they fell asleep together.
Tamsin had yet to touch him. She didn’t know if he wanted her touch or not. With how peaceful he looked, she didn’t want to wake him.
After talking with him last night about his grandfather, he had looked troubled. What if Paul had killed his grandfather? She had no idea if he would be able to use that to finally overthrow Paul. There was a time she was in a rush for him to do exactly that.
Time and growing up, even though it had only been two years, had still taught her a great deal. She didn’t want to repeat the mistakes Landon had made. The last thing she wanted was for Mason to have a target on his head. They had to do this the right way.
She knew if she asked Landon, he’d come and deal with it. No one could hunt a dead man, but that would put him at risk, and she refused to do that.
“Are you going to slap me or touch me?” Mason asked, startling her.
She looked up to see he was staring at her. She had been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t realized he’d woken up. Her hand was still poised in the air, waiting to run her fingers through his locks.
“Can I … touch you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She licked her bottom lip. Now that she had asked, she wasn’t sure what to do. Mason kept looking at her, and his dark-brown eyes seemed to bore right into her.
Just do it.
Touch him.
Run your fingers through his hair.
He is your husband.
You can do this.
Tamsin didn’t like to have this battle within herself, but then she won and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it off his face. Stroking it behind his ear, she ran the tips of her fingers down his cheek, going toward his neck.
“Are you thinking of killing me?” he asked.
“No, I don’t believe in that kind of violence.”
He chuckled and she paused in touching him. “What?” she asked.
“You, a Denton, don’t believe in violence.”
“I’ve never killed anyone and I’ve never gone out of my way to hurt anyone. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Fair enough. A level-headed Denton.”
She glared at him. “I didn’t say I was level-headed.”
