“What are you doing here? You should be home resting.” Caity’s voice pulled me from the memory, and I readjusted myself.
Sal gagged and walked toward the kitchen, mumbling under his breath as he passed me, “Fuckin’ perv.”
I hid my smile and focused on Caity. “I am home.”
Her brow furrowed and she glanced at Sal, who was ignoring us both. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m staying here, at least for now.”
“Why?” she asked, her hands on her hips.
I took a few steps forward until I was standing toe to toe with her. “Because you’re here.”
“You told me to go home,” she reminded me as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“I was an asshole.” My hands went to her waist, and Sal made another gagging sound. I turned to glare at my boss. “You have somewhere else to be?”
“It’s my fuckin’ house!” he argued.
“I’m about to make out with your sister, so unless you want to watch, I suggest you find something to do.”
“Do I get a say in this?” Caity asked, as Sal walked out the back door. I studied her, the angle of her chin, the stiffness of her body. The pursing of her lips. It all said she was pissed.
But her eyes, they told a different story. Her eyes were filled with a love I knew we shared. Filled with the same hunger I had for her.
“I thought I was making the right choice, Caity. It made sense at the time. Without confirmation of Sylvia’s death, our daughter would always be in danger.”
“So you thought walking away from us would make her slink back into hiding? Did you honestly think she would find out about Maddie and just walk away? You’ve read the files, Ci. You know what she’s capable of. The fact that she’s still alive when everyone else is dead should tell you something about who we’re dealing with.”
I took her hands in mine. “I know. It was a mistake. I underestimated her knowledge. I thought if I could find her, I could get the jump on her. I had no idea she knew where I was the whole time.” I took a deep breath. “She knew my mother. Set it up with Eamon for her and my father to raise me.”
Caity gasped, and her eyes filled with fear. “How do we find her?”
“I’m working on that. We’ll figure it out,” I said as I pulled her into my arms. “Together.”
“I’m still mad at you.”
I cradled her face in my hands. “I know. What I did was wrong.”
“You broke your promise, Ci. You said you’d never leave me.”
“In my defense, I never planned on it being forever. Only until she was taken out. You’re mine, Caity. I might not have had you first, but I’ll damn well have you last.”
I slammed my lips on hers. I was prepared to do whatever I had to do for her to forgive me. When she melted under my touch, I knew she was mine. And when I pulled back, she smiled.
“You know you have a lot of groveling to do.”
“I know.” I nodded.
“A lot of orgasms, once you’re cleared.”
“So many orgasms,” I agreed.
I smiled, knowing that kind of groveling wasn’t a hardship. I’d keep this woman tied to my bed if I thought I could get away with it.
“Will you come home?” I asked her expectantly. Praying she’d say yes. I really didn’t want to stay in my boss’ house, but for her I would. I’d do anything for this woman.
The front door opened, and Mac walked in with a bag over his shoulder. He froze when he saw Caity and me. His chin dropped to his chest and the bag dropped to his feet.
