“I didn’t say it was.”
“Then let’s go.” She smiled.
She kept herself carefully guarded with her ‘don’t mess with me’ stance. Seeing her smile set something off in me. It was like catching a glimpse of something rare and precious. Her eyes, which normally assessed everything with seriousness, suddenly sparkled. It did something to me that I couldn’t quite explain.
When we stepped into my father’s room, Love was by his bedside, holding his hand.
“Son,” my father said. “Paige.”
“Hi, Dad.” I walked over and gently hugged him. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m on the mend. Nothing a whole lot of love from this little lady can’t fix.” He smiled.
“It’s over, Dad. Paige got Elias.”
“Did you make him pay for trying to kill my son, and for what he did to me?” He held out his hand.
Paige walked over and took hold of it.
“I did.” Paige winked.
“I want to know how?” my father said.
“That’s not important, Harrison.”
“It is to me. How did you do it?”
“Dad, nobody can know Paige was involved,” I said.
“And who the hell am I going to tell, Parker?”
“Let’s just say bullets and explosives were involved,” Paige said.
“That’s my girl.” He smiled, placing his other hand over Paige’s and gently patting it.
“We’re going to head to dinner,” I said, hugging him again. “Did the doctor say when you can get out of here?”
“A couple of more days and I should be good to go.”
“My bed is so lonely at night without you next to me,” Love pouted.
I inhaled a sharp breath. “Come on, Paige.”
Chapter Seventeen
Parker
I took Paige to Four Kinds for dinner. I hadn’t been back there since my last date embarrassed the hell out of me.
“I promise you’ll love the food here,” I said to her.
“Does Detective Kind own this place?” she asked.
“It’s technically his brother Sebastian’s restaurant, but the four brothers have a stake in it.”
We were promptly seated at a table and handed some menus.
“Hi, Parker.” Natasha, our server, smiled as she set a breadbasket on the table.