Swallowing, I pulled her close, all the way close, my hip to her belly. “Babe, fucking hell. Are you okay?”
She nodded into my chest as her tears seeped into my shirt. The agents floated off into the background; Landon was only a figment of my imagination. For several breaths, it was only the two of us—Lynx and Big Mike.
My lips pressed to the top of her head. “Lynx, baby, you okay? My heart barely beat all night.”
She grabbed my shirt, fisting a handful and pulling me even closer, tighter, nearer. “Don’t move,” she begged, and I shook my head.
“I’m not. This is all my fault. I should’ve kept Jovi with you.”
Her eyes finally met mine. “This isn’t your fault. I can’t even talk about that, so shut up.”
“Lynx!” And just like that, our moment was broken, cock-blocked by Carson as he strode like a panther into the room, silent but deadly.
“You’re a brave one.” He tugged Lynx out of my arms and hugged her as he looked over at me. “Hold your fire, Mike. I’m giving her back.”
He did, and she was back into my arms.
“You ready to roll out of here?” I didn’t know where we would go or how we would get there, but I needed out of these four walls. I needed privacy and open air.
“Yes.” Her voice was tired and hoarse. With her hair a mess, all wild and kinky, her eye makeup smudged and her bra strap slipping out of her tank—she’d never looked more beautifully disheveled and mine.
I pulled Lynx into my side and made my way to the door. “You’re going to pay for keeping me in here,” I told Sam.
“Looking forward to it,” the bastard said with a smirk.
Landon said to Carson, “We’re going to debrief in the local office.”
“Do your thing,” Carson replied as he followed us out the door. “I’m going to get these two home.”
Best thing I’d heard all night.
