Something in my chest loosens. I cover his hand with mine. “She’s okay,” I whisper. “We both are.”
“Yeah.” His mouth softens. “And I’m going to keep worrying anyway.” He kisses my forehead and looks at Titan. “Ghost’s room?”
“Yeah.Figure we shouldn’t leave him out just because he went and got himself shot.”
“He didn’t get himself shot,” I protest. “He saved my life.”
“Details.” Titan adjusts his grip on me and continues up the stairs. Ash follows close behind.
We reach the second floor and head down the hall. Titan kicks open Ghost’s door without knocking.
Ghost sits on his bed, shirtless, cleaning his gun. He looks up when we enter, expression impassive as always. “Do you ever knock?” he asks.
“Do you ever wear a shirt?” Titan counters.
“Touché.”
I study Ghost as Titan carries me into the room. The gunshot wound has healed into a puckered scar on his left side, just belowhis ribs. Pink and shiny still, but closed. He moves without the stiffness that plagued him for weeks after the shooting.
He’s been cleared by the doctor. Back on patrol. Back to normal.
Well. As normal as Ghost gets.
“What’s going on?” Ghost sets down his gun and rag.
“Family time,” Titan announces. He deposits me on the bed beside Ghost. The mattress dips under my weight.
Ghost’s eyes narrow. “Family time?”
“Yeah. The four of us. Quality bonding.” Titan grins. “You got a problem with that?”
“No.” Ghost looks at me. “You okay with this?”
I reach over and trace the scar on his side. He doesn’t flinch. Just watches me with those dark, unreadable eyes.
“Does it still hurt?” I ask.
“Sometimes. When it rains.” He catches my hand. “I’m fine, Bonnie.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. “Stop worrying about me.”
“Everyone keeps telling me to stop worrying. It’s not that easy.”
Ash sits on the edge of the bed and pulls off his boots. “We know. But we’re all here. We’re all safe. Let yourself enjoy that.”
I look around at the three of them. Titan leaning against the closed door with that wolfish grin. Ash beside me, steady and solid. Ghost holding my hand like it’s something precious.
My men.
My family.
“Okay,” I say softly. “Okay.”
Titan pushes off the door. “Good. Now, somebody, get this woman out of those clothes. She’s been wearing too many layers all day.”
I laugh and throw a pillow at him. “You’re unbelievable.”
