I let out a low groan. “You’re insatiable, baby.”
“I missed you,” she whispers against my lips.
Just as I lean in to kiss her again, light footsteps pad down the stairs.
“Daddy!” Wyatt’s voice shakes me back out of my Lola bubble.
I smile against Lola’s mouth and set her gently on her feet, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her into my side.
“Are you okay, bud?”
Wyatt wipes his eyes and smiles. “I thought I could hear your voice. Can you come lie with me?”
“Of course.”
I glance down at Lola. She’s smiling at our exchange, her eyes glassy. “I’ll meet you in bed once he’s asleep,” I whisper.
She squeezes my side. “Okay.”
I release her and jog up the stairs. Wyatt is at the top, looking down at Lola.
“No,” he says. “I meant both of you.”
My heart damn near explodes. “Go ask her then, son. I’m sure she’d love to join us.”
He grins and runs back down the stairs. I lean on the banister and watch him take Lola’s hand and lead her up the stairs. She looks up at me over his head, and her eyes say everything.
We go to our bedroom. There is no way in hell Wyatt’s bed would fit three. We climb under the covers together. Wyatt is in the middle, his head on my chest, I have one arm stretched across to rest on Lola’s hip, while my arm is underneath both of them.
She rolls to face us. “This is nice,” she whispers.
Nice. This is the best feeling in the world. The two people I love more than life itself are safe in my bed.
It doesn’t take long for them to fall asleep. Wyatt’s breathing slows first, then Lola’s, her hand going limp against my ribs.
I stare at the ceiling, fighting the tiredness. Because one thing remains. Someone is working with the Greeks behind my back. Someone who knows my movements. Someone close enough to set me up for Ashley’s murder with the kind of precision that suggests they know everything about me.
My schedule. My habits.
Someone on my side of the fence is going to die for this.
I look down at my son sleeping on my chest. My wife curled against him.
Whoever it is, they’re close. And when I find them, there won’t be a hole deep enough to hide in.
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
LOLA
Song- Fields of Elation,Sleep Token
The past week has gone by like a whirlwind.
Hunter has been busy, working with Ace and this huge Russian named Drago, who barely speaks but takes up the entire doorframe when he enters a room. They disappear into the barn office for hours at a time and come out looking more stressed than when they went in.
That is the energy here. But I’m starting to find my feet, sinking into the rhythm of this place in a way I didn’t think was possible for a girl who grew up thinking breakfast was a green juice handed to her by an assistant.
I wake up in Hunter’s arms. I cook breakfast for the house. I help Wyatt feed the animals. He’s appointed himself my official ranch tour guide and takes the role very seriously, walking me through the stables and introducing me to every horse by name, breed, and personality.