“You were busy?” In my defense, my brain might not be functioning on all cylinders.
“For the love of all things holy.” He rips off his t-shirt, tears it, and tightens it around my bicep.
Finished, he reaches across my body to the backseat lever which drops me flat.
Staring at the roof fabric, my heavy lids lower until he slaps my cheek. “Don’t you dare go to sleep, you hear me?”
My head lolls to the side as I shoot him a loopy smile. “Have I ever mentioned how sexy you are when you go all alpha?”
Chapter 7
“A wolf is born to lead not to follow.” ~Unknown
Axel
In the hospital, I hold my wife’s hand as they stitch up her arm. I ought to have insisted she stay at the hotel with my team. In my defense, I never imagined the assassin would attack us in broad daylight. The bastard has now earned the rank of prime suspect in the murder of Joanne Cormack, AKA Brittany’s roommate.
My bride of less than a year winces before scowling at me. “You should’ve continued the chase.”
“Mmm.” Since the dawn of time, man has known better than to cross that tone of voice. No doubt, Eve employed it on Adam.
Not one to buck the odds, I state the facts. “High-speed chases often lead to deaths. I gave Trev the plate number and am confident the former hacker will find him.”
While we wait for the nurse to bring the discharge papers, I hold her head to my chest, surprised at how fast my heart beats. If the gunman aimed a few inches to the left, I could’ve lost her.
Turning her head, she kisses my knuckles. “I’m fine, Axel.”
“Babe, if anything happened to you…” Swallowing hard, I lean in for a kiss and imagine a life without her. My God, I love her so much, I’m not sure I’d survive.
When our lips part, she cups my cheeks and wipes the wet I didn’t realize had pooled at the sides of my eyes. “I trust you to keep me safe.”
What if I screw up?Clearly, I must up my game and vow to no longer underestimate anyone.
“I’ll be right back.” In need of fresh air, I brush my lips across hers and shoot her a smile.
After pushing aside the gray emergency bay curtain, I walk out the automatic sliding doors and call my go-to geek. “Did you locate him?”
“The car was stolen and left in a cornfield. AI is helping me search satellite feeds and cameras, but it takes time.” While Trever sounds confident, the churning in my gut says otherwise.
No evidence to share, I change the subject. “What did you learn about Cormack’s death?”
“Britt’s roommate was twenty-eight and lived in DC. Nothing sticks out as suspicious other than befriending your ex-partner. Wait… There’s also the fact she died at the same bar where you and your ex were supposed to meet Danbury.”
A sense of foreboding creeps up my spine. “Does the State Police know Brittany and the dead girl were lovers?”
“Noo… Dammit. No more fucking around, Wulf, she needs to turn herself in.”
Phone to my ear, I walk past the guard’s station to the ER bays. “Copy that. Listen, we’ll be leaving for the hotel soon. Can you have someone pick up Britt and bring her to our war room suite? I have a few questions.”
“Don’t we all.” He fills me in on several other leads. By the time we hang up, my wife is raring to go.
Dressed in hospital-provided scrubs, she holds her paperwork in one hand and a plastic bag in the other.
“Ready?” Her gorgeous smile goes straight to my cock.
Ah, hell, someone should’ve warned me. When you marry a gorgeous creature and the urge hits, your location doesn’t matter.
Grabbing Gwen’s hand, I race her into the closest restroom, lock the door, and devour her mouth in a heated kiss. Back to the wall, her fingernails dig into my scalp as I grind my rock-hard erection against her lower abs.
