Just like him.
“Told you before, I’m not going anywhere.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the center of her forehead. “So take as long as you need.”
Love unlike any she’d ever known filled her heart to the point she thought it may burst. Snuggling in close, Evie ignored the slight pull at the place where the knife had entered her body as she rested her cheek against his chest.
“They’re your family, Beckett,” she whispered softly. “I want them to share in the joy of the love we’ve found.”
“Wrong, darlin’.” He put a hand beneath her chin, gently forcing her eyes back up to his. “They aren’t just my family. They’re yours, now, too. And trust me when I say, they’re going to be fucking thrilled for us both when we tell them the news.”
Beckett leaned in, his mouth devouring hers until her knees were weak and her thoughts filled with nothing but him. And when he picked her up and took her to bed, she showed him just how thrilledshewas knowing he was going to be hers.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Forever.
What started as a fight to the death in the middle of a dark, desert cave had miraculously ended in a glorious mess of tangled sheets and unbreakable love. Only Evie and Beckett’s story hadn’t reached its end at all.
In fact…
It’s only just beginning.
Slade Garrison steppedinto his boss’s home office. Located in the plantation’s newly renovated wing, the impressive room exuded classic masculine power.
Deep woods met earthy tones. Windows that stretched from floor to ceiling. Bookcases covering the walls to Slade’s left and right. Their shelves showcasing hundreds of hardcover titles his boss couldn’t possibly find the time to read.
Speaking of his boss…
“Thank you for coming.” Rafe Owens stood at one of the massive windows, his back to Slade as he stared through the glass.
His deep voice sounded rougher than normal. His British accent thick. Dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, the man’s strange tone and stiff demeanor instantly put Slade on edge.
“Got here as soon as I could.” He stepped further into the room. “Now, you gonna tell me why you sent a cryptic as fuck message to get me here?”
Owens slowly turned around to face him, the uncharacteristic concern in his intense blue stare raising all sorts of giant red flags.
Slade’s heart kicked against his ribs as he worked to keep his breathing steady, and his unmoving expression schooled. “This is about her, isn’t it?”
Owens nodded, the man’s thick hair noticeably mussed on top. He looked disheveled, as if he’d been raking his fingers through the silver strands, and dark shadows marred the skin beneath his weary eyes.
More alarm bells began to ring deep inside Slade’s head.
Please don’t say she’s been hurt. Not her. Please, just…don’t fucking say it.
“She’s in trouble, Digger.” The former MI6 operative took a sip of whatever liquor he currently had in his glass. “Real trouble.”
“What did she do?” Slade demanded, his pulse spiking from the man’s ominous words.
“I’m afraid it’s more about who she’s planning to do it to.”
“Goddamn it, Rafe!” He marched angrily around his boss’s desk. “Quit with the ambiguous bullshit and tell me what the hell is going on with Shadow.”
Yes, the guy was technically his boss. And yes, Slade owed him more than he’d ever be able to repay. But they’d also known each other a long damn time, and he’d never seen the other man as nervous as he seemed just then.
And if Rafe Owens was nervous…whatever this was, it sure as shit wasn’t good.
He also couldn’t stop thinking about the mysterious woman who’d saved his and the team’s asses more times than he could count. It had been two weeks since Shadow had vanished from the face of the earth.