For the next hour there was little noise in or outside the car. Andy still felt bad about the harsh tone he'd used with Sharon. She hadn't said another word to him and had decided to get a bit of sleep while he kept watch on the warehouse.
She'd put the seat back slightly and stretched out her legs. Thank goodness she wasn't wearing a skirt; her bare legs would have been too much for his already strained desire.
Andy tried not to look at her, but he couldn't help his eyes drifting over to take her in. Her eyes were closed, head back, her pale neck just begging for his mouth. She let out a soft breath or little hum every now and again that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
He'd of sworn on his badge that at times she whispered "Flynn."
Andy shook his head. He tried to keep his eyes straight ahead and not on the sleeping beauty only inches away from him. He should be concentrating on work.
She shifted again in her seat mussing her hair further. Her hand still clutched the glasses that she'd removed earlier. Andy reached out to take them; he didn't want them to fall, but his touch made her wake. She looked up at him with sleepy green eyes.
Andy's heart swelled. He was just about to kiss her when gunshots erupted in the warehouse.
"Damn," Sharon said giving him a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow. She sat up and put her glasses on.
Andy called for backup and they headed into the building.