“It matters to me. How did he touch you?”
Killian looks back at me with his brows up. Like this, he doesn’t look dangerous at all. He looks like he thinks Ryker is the crazy one.
“Ryker,” I put my hands up. “It was years ago.”
“How? Did he hit you?”
“No. He grabbed my…” To be exact, the guard had pinned me to the wall and then cupped one of my breasts.
But I don’t have to say it. Ryker makes a noise in his throat that sounds like a growl.
“Interesting,” Killian mumbles before the chiming of Ryker’s phone once again interrupts. “That’s probably Chloe. I had dinner delivered. She’ll be bringing it up.”
“Thank you,” Ryker answers as he pushes a button on his phone. He drops the phone on the counter and then sweeps me back in his arms. “Tell me what that man did?”
“Ryker, it wasn’t worse than my father holding a gun to my head.”
But Ryker rumbles back, “I’ll be the judge of that.”
“And it’s already been taken care of.” At the time, I’d assumed that Sver had been angry over the insubordination of the guard.
Or that he killed guards often. Why not? They were ruthless men who did a job where everyone understood life expectancy was short.
But Ryker’s fixation has me wondering. I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers twining in my husband’s hair.
My husband. It’s so weird.
“When he killed the man, did you watch?”
I shake my head. “He made me turn around and face the wall while I covered my ears.”
I’d seen the blood after, though. The way it had streaked the floor from the body being dragged away.
“And Sver never spoke to you about it?”
“Never. Other than telling me to smarten up, he hardly even looked at me,” I answer. “But I know that his body count was epic. Everyone talked about it.”
“Hmm,” Ryker squeezes my waist even as the elevator opens, a bubbly blonde entering the apartment as she pushes a cart loaded with food. I recognize her from the wedding.
“Dinner,” she sings out, with a pretty smile.
“Thank you, my love,” Killian rumbles. “As always, you bring all the best things with you.”
She laughs as Killian pulls her close, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
I’m not the best with emotions, but there is no question that Chloe is enjoying herself. She lets out an intimate giggle, wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck leaning her head to the side to give him more access. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Never,” he answers, pulling her even closer, his hands skimming down her spine.
I look up at Ryker, my own brows puckered in confusion. This is not how I pictured Killian and his wife.
They seem like they are completely in love…
And if I’m being honest, the possessive way Ryker’s hand is spread out over my back is confusing me too.
I know what this is, who he is, and what he wants.
Why does he seem like he cares?
