Noah coughed in his fist. “Oh shit.”
“I’ve got a state-of-the-art security system, Waverly.”
“And I’ve got a gun, Finnian.”
This was going nowhere fast. Thankfully, Shayne intervened. I’d have to buy the woman something to show my appreciation.
“Your house is a crime scene, Way.”
“I’m well aware,” she growled.
“Then you’re also aware it’ll remain that way until I say otherwise.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, stop being so damn hardheaded and take your hot Irish guy up on his offer.”
“Fine.”
Though from the way she ground the word out, she was anything but fine. It was a fight for another day. I’d take what I could, then work my arse off to make it better later. Sexual favors aside, I had a few tricks up my sleeve; mainly Noreen and Sloane. I also wasn’t above using the twins to score a few extra points either. I’d use whatever means necessary. My heart was invested in a future with this woman. Only time would tell if she felt the same.
“Are you sure you’re okay, sweet girl?” Noreen asked for the fourth time.
The minute we walked in the door, I circumvented the three people mulling around the living room and pulled Waverly up the stairs to my room. I would’ve loved to have gotten her in the shower, where I could’ve taken my time washing her worries away, but the bandages on her feet needed to stay dry and in place for at least a few more hours. Instead, I sat her on the end of the bed while I changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a T-shirt. Afterward, I gave her the option of locking out the world, or taking it on. Since we were currently munching on freshly baked chocolate chip cookies at the table; take a guess which one she chose.
“Just pissed.”
“The cookies will help.” Noreen pulled another dozen out of the oven.
Rolling his eyes at his wife, Joel turned to me. “Do they have any leads?”
“Nothing yet. It was too dark for either of us to see anything.”
“My team will canvas the neighborhood later today. Hopefully someone caught our guy on camera,” Waverly added.
“So you didn’t notice anything about the guy? Height? Weight? Nothing?”
Wes was pissing me off. Apparently, not just me.
“So sorry,” my girl snapped. “I was too busy dodging bullets to ask him for his ID.”
“Thank goodness for quick reflexes. Did they teach you that at the academy?” God bless Noreen and her uncanny ability to know how to change the subject.
“Sort of?”
“That’s wonderful, dear. Now finish your snack.” She pointed to the plate in front of us. “Then the two of you shouldhead to bed. You’ve had a rough night. Everything will look brighter once you’ve had a good night’s rest.”
Shoving half a cookie in my mouth, I laced my fingers with Waverly’s and stood. “Good idea. Lock up on your way out.”
“We aren’t going anywhere.”
Crumbs flew from my mouth. “Joel, you don’t have to stay.”
“We’re. Not. Going. Anywhere.” His tone permitted no argument.
“Suit yourself.” Leaving them to clean up, we made our way through the spacious house, back to my second-floor bedroom. “I’ll give you the full tour sometime after we wake up.”
“I’d appreciate it, otherwise I might get lost in this monstrosity.”
