Once we were closed in, she looked at me expectantly.
“Chance thinks he found Hermann.”
“No fucking way,” she hissed. Her eyes dropped closed, and she let out a long breath. “Where is he?”
“Two properties, two different places to search,” I told her as she wrapped her arms around my waist. “But the house in Missouri looks more promising.”
“Fuck yeah. When are we going?”
My chest twinged with anxiety.
“Daniel?” she said questioningly. There was irritation in her voice, but worse, there was an almost detached disappointment.
I swallowed back every valid reason I could think of why she should stay home.
“Chance doesn’t want to tell anyone until after the party,” I said, tightening my arms around her as she started to pull away. “Tonight, I’ll call Dalton so we can start planning.”
“You can’t cut me out of this,” she said quietly. “That’s not the relationship I want to have.”
“I know that,” I replied. “I have a feeling we’ll be headed south in the next few days.”
She nodded solemnly.
“Good,” she said, running her hands up my back. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
“Don’t say anything until I’m able to speak with my dad and brothers.”
“I won’t.”
“You ready to head back downstairs?” I asked, letting my fingers tangle in her hair.
“In a minute.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine softly. “I just want to be here with you for a little while. Okay?”
We stood there just inside the door, holding each other. When we went back downstairs, she’d be engulfed in women, happy and celebrating Reese. After that, we’d be neck-deep in plans and strategy sessions with my family and hers. But for now, it was just us.
We hadn’t had enough time that was just us.
I was really looking forward to when that changed.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she said with a sigh as she pulled away.
“You sure?” I asked, sliding my hand down over her ass. “I bet I could fuck you before anyone noticed we were missing.”
Rosemary smiled, her eyes lighting up. “After the party, but before you tell your brothers?”
“Deal.”
We held hands as I led her back into the hallway and down the stairs, not ready to let go quite yet.
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear as we reached the bottom. “And your ass looks incredible today.”
“My ass looks incredible every day,” she whispered back with a chuckle. “I love you too.”
Just as I’d begun to let go of her hand, the front door swung open so hard that it slammed into the wall with a loud bang.
As I turned, Chance came through it, a woman with long dark hair clutched in his arms.
They were both covered in blood.
