Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Gordon reaches out his hand for me to shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”
My gaze narrows. “O … kay?”
“Your partner here filled me in and gave me enough on Special Agent in Charge Walker to make sure he never holds a badge or gun again. Same goes for Special Agents Evans and Fields. I’m sorry for what you’ve been through. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate at all to reach out to me.” He hands me a card with his name and office number. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m riding with Walker to the hospital to make sure he doesn’t escape on us.”
As he walks away, I turn to Trav. “Hospital?” I ask.
He pulls that innocent face he does that drives me crazy … usually. For some reason, I find it charming now. Ugh. He’s right. There would come a day I wouldn’t be able to resist him, and apparently, that day is here.
“Angel might have possibly disarmed Walker with a bullet. To the hand. Maybe.”
I shake my head. “Well, I do want to commend you for not putting a bullet through his head. I know that must have called on all your self-restraint.”
“All of it. I have none left. Which is why …” He grabs my ass again and pulls me to him, crushing his mouth to mine.
“Ugh. Get a room,” a voice says. It has to be Iris. “This is like watching my parents make out. Not that I ever saw that happen in real life because my dad left and my mom died, but if I had parents with a healthy relationship, I assume watching them make out would gross me out like this is.”
“Try watching them have sex,” Saint adds.
Trav’s hands leave me, but his mouth doesn’t, and I think it’s a safe bet to say he’s flipping them off with both hands.
Trav keeps kissing me, and I let him. If it were up to me, I’d be permanently attached to his face for the next few days. At least.
When Trav finally pulls back, he stares deep into my eyes. “You’re alive. I was so worried.”
“Yeah, but my house isn’t,” Iris cuts in.
“Because you shot your rocket launcher at it,” I say.
Trav doesn’t flinch or take his eyes off me when he says, “I’ll pay to fix it. The important thing is you saved Dylan.”
“So you’ll build me a brand-new house?” Iris asks.
Trav finally lifts his head. “Wait, how much house did you damage?”
“Well, when we left it, it had two possibly dead guys out front, and it was on fire. Sooooo maybe … all of it?”
“And … you were the one who shot your RPG toward it?” Trav rubs his chin.
“No, no. You already said you’ll fix it. No backsies! Plus, we saved the love of your life. You should give us the ranch for doing that.”
Trav rubs the back of his neck, and I avert eye contact with everyone.
We haven’t even said the L word to each other yet, even though it was implied before he left to go get Walker.
And if I’m honest with myself, I regretted not saying it to him. When I thought he was hurt or dead, I wanted nothing more than to tell him that I am in love with him. Reluctantly.
I don’t know when it happened, just that it has.
Now’s not the ideal time to say it. His team is here, Walker’s being taken into custody, there are still police everywhere, I assume waiting for everyone’s statements. But I don’t want to hold it back any longer. I thought I’d lost him.
I need to tell him. I open my mouth, but Domino steps closer.
“So, umm, now that this is all over, we need to talk.”
Shit, that sounds ominous. The L word can wait.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Trav
After the long-ass night we’ve had, the last thing I want to do is go all the way out to the ranch first thing in the morning. But Dom has insisted. He says the cleanup crew we usually use ran into some problems.
Whatever we’re walking into, we’re doing it as a team, and I’m doing it with Dylan by my side.
After everyone gave their statements to law enforcement, we all went back to HQ and passed out from the adrenaline crash that comes after a job.
Now, in true Mike Bravo fashion, we’re heading out as a group to the ranch for some R and R. Only, we’ll have to deal with whatever mess has been left by our cleanup crew first.
I bet it has to do with my damn carpet that dude bled all over. Blood is a bitch to get out, but they know I’m particular when it comes to the ranch. Nothing can be changed.
I ask Domino to drive so I can stay as close to Dylan as possible in the back seat. I have him practically squished against me, not that he’s complaining too much. After last night and not knowing where he was or if he was okay, I never want to let him get more than six feet away from me at any one time.