Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I stood and watched. I wanted to pull her into my arms, take her from Amanda’s side, and protect her from the world. That’s where I should’ve been instead of leaving her. My jaw clenched, and the storm began inside me again.
I should’ve been here.
It should’ve been me holding her hand the entire time, not Amanda, though I was grateful for her presence.
Then Amanda’s eyes opened. She didn’t start when she saw me, just smiled slowly and sat up. Untangling her hand, she whispered, “She’ll be okay. She’s just missing you.”
I nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I shouldn’t have gone away. “Thank you,” I finally managed.
She slid out from the covers. Coming to me, she asked, “Can I talk to you? Outside?”
No. Inside I raged against the idea of leaving Emma again, but I nodded and followed her back to the hallway. With the door shut, she said, “Do we need to be worried about her?”
I didn’t ask what she meant. Amanda and Theresa were smart. They both knew something was going on. Instead, I nodded. “Yes.”
She sucked in her breath. “I didn’t think you would admit it.”
“Would you rather I lie? I can do that.” I didn’t bat an eye.
“No, no.” She shook her head, folding her arms over her chest and hugging herself. “I…What are you going to do?”
“Never leave her side.”
She searched my eyes, but that was the truth. Emma was hurt. It was my fault.
“Thank you for being here with her,” I said.
She grimaced, looking pained. “Has she said anything to you about me? About my relationship?”
Ah. So Emma knew. I shook my head. “No, but I wasn’t aware that she knew.”
Her eyes got big. “You know?”
“Brian Camden is a good cop. Yes, Amanda. I have taken extraordinary measures to protect Emma, and that includes watching you and whose bed you share.”
She sucked in her breath, pressing a hand to the side of her face. “My god. Hearing you say it like that—I love him.”
“I know.”
She wiped her hand over her eyes. “I was going to break up with him tonight, but Emma stopped me. That’s why she was in the alley with me. She ran out there to stop me. I couldn’t go through with it. I love him too much. Do I…” She turned away, but I heard her anguish. “Are you…”
“Am I going to kill him? Is that what you’re trying to ask?”
She nodded, jerking her head up and down. She couldn’t say the words.
The irony that a woman who had comforted my soul mate was asking if I was going to rip hers apart wasn’t lost on me. And I told the truth, “No.”
Her shoulders had lifted, tensing, but they dropped at my answer.
I added, “But I will if he starts investigating me or Emma. I won’t hesitate.”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t look at me, and I was sure she couldn’t respond to that. It wasn’t a threat. It was fact. I would have it done, if needed. Sometimes I was a cold bastard, but I wasn’t heartless, not unless I needed to be, and with that, I gentled my tone. “Thank you again, Amanda.”
She looked at me now. I had no bags, and I still had my coat on. She glanced back to the main entrance and saw Thomas waiting. “You’re taking her with you, aren’t you? You’re leaving tonight.”
All the men were downstairs, waiting in their cars. “Right now.”
Thomas started forward, but I held a hand up. I would get her. I would carry her. That was my job. He nodded, stepping back, and I went back into the bedroom. I lifted her from the bed, bedcovers and all, and walked through the door as he held it open.
I’d sent word to have her bags packed and ready, and Thomas had messaged me, even before our plane touched the ground, that everything was cleared to go. They had only been waiting for my arrival.
Emma didn’t move. But once she was in my arms, I felt her body relax. She remained asleep during the car ride to my place, and when we arrived, I lifted her again and carried her into our room.
Before I went to bed with her, I checked my entire home—every window. Every door. Every inch of my house. And my men checked the land around it. Then I went to my office and opened the back closet. A wall slid away, revealing an entire closet of guns and ammunition.
I took out a 9mm and silencer, then pocketed two boxes of bullets and closed it all back up. Going to bed, I placed the gun onto the nightstand and turned to pull Emma into my side.
I held her for the rest of the night.
I knew he was there, even before I opened my eyes. It was his smell, the feel of his body beside me, the way his arm held me to him. I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement surge through me. He was home, and I turned, savoring what was next.