Her eyes went straight to me, her brows dipped in question. “Not the time to get into it,” I said, rubbing the back of my head. I hadn’t expected both Curtis kids to be here within the space of two days. Don’t get me wrong, I was fucking glad the three of us were standing here right now, but this place held such bad memories for all of us. Her eyes softened as War left the kitchen.
“Does anyone know you still own it?”
“You and War,” I said in a voice that let her know that was all I was willing to say.
Waverley rubbed her lips together as she went to look out of the window to the yard. It was dark out, so her reflection was more visible than the actual outdoors. I stared at her through the dark glass, still finding it hard to believe she was standing here, and we were just…talking like normal.
I wanted to ask what happened to her, whether anyone hurt her. I wanted to know why she was so fiercely guarding a fucking Kingsmen. And not just any Kingsmen, the VP, the man who held her captive for the last three days. She had a lot of explaining to do, but first, I wanted to know what’s up with her and War.
“Why are you guys arguing?”
“He won’t let me see Connor,” she turned to me, her arms folded, looking like she was about to challenge me too if I had anything to say. Which I did.
“He’s right, you can’t. It’s not safe, Wave. We just got you back, we’re not risking you again.”
“I need to know he is okay,” she said then quietly added. “It’s my fault.”
I went to her and put my hands on her upper arms, forcing her to look up at me. “None of this is your fault. You hear me. He would hate it if he knew you were thinking that.”
Her lip trembled and her eyes darted away. She didn’t believe me. Typical Waverley.
“Are we okay?” she asked, after a long moment.
“Of course,” I said, tilting her head so I could see her eyes. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
“Because…you went after Declan. I was upset, and said some things that you might have-”
“Whatever that was, the feelings I had, the way I reacted, none of that matters, not anymore.”
“But you did have those feelings, I hurt you.”
I scratched the back of my head. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to have this talk, but I didn’t want her to believe I felt anything less for her, than I hoped she felt for me. “You didn’t. You spent the last year with him,” I blew out a breath, deciding to be honest. “I was jealous, plain and fucking simple. I’m not anymore. I know what I want and I’m not afraid to fight for it.”
She stared at me, her eyes misty but I could see everything she felt for me in that look. The girl she was before all the shit between us happened. Standing here in my childhood home, surrounded by all of those memories of us.
“What’s that?” she whispered.
“I’ve set everything up, help me get him inside,” War walked past us completely oblivious to what was going on between me and his sister.
I brushed my thumb over her lip as he went straight outside to the garage. “Once we get through this, we’ll all go to Connor. I promise. But right now, we have more important shit to handle.”
I turned to go help War, but she stopped me, going up on her toes, she pressed her lips against mine. “I’m sorry.”
I cut off any more of that bullshit, kissing her again. Fuck this felt good, having her in my arms. I backed her up to the kitchen counter, gripping the back of her neck and tilting her head the way I wanted it. She clawed at my cut and moaned.
“Fucks sake,” War appeared in the doorway. “You can get to that shit later. Hustle, out here, now.”
I laughed against Waverley’s lips, and she scowled at War, but I gripped her ass with both hands, gave it a squeeze and then walked out of the kitchen to get Mace into the house.
He didn’t fight with us, his bonds had gotten lose but he kept his arms behind him. War wasn’t so gentle and may have elbowed him where he’d been shot. He’d bled more through the t-shirt. It did need looking at. Medic could handle it no problem but until we got what we wanted, I was sure War planned to withhold any help.
Mace winced as we towed him along but remained stoically silent. Waverley wasn’t impressed when we dragged him inside though. She followed us into the living room.
“Is this really conducive to a two way conversation,” Waverley said, coming further into the room.
“This isn’t a conversation, Wave,” War told her. He gave me a look. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I didn’t think Waverley would go along with it.
“Well, he’s in pain, he still needs a doctor, or another pain pill at least.”
