The idea of traveling for work for weeks or months on end didn’t have the appeal it had only a few days ago. Would Ghost want to travel with her?Couldhe? Between the club and the bar, was it even possible?
Becks was good at what she did, and seeing her name in movie credits was a dream come true. But… She also loved her podcast. When she’d started it years ago, it had been more of a fun side hobby. She never expected to gain an audience or to have fans or sponsors. And ignoring the fact that she’dmarriedthe first fan she’d found in the wild, it was mindboggling thatGhost had recognized her by her voice from listening to her podcast.
Most of her work did involve traveling, but eventually she would have to go into the studio. Which was now a ten-plus hour commute. What if she quit her job? She had savings, and there was a little left over from her dad’s trust he’d gifted her at his passing. She’d used most of it to pay for college and her first car, figuring the rest would be a rainy day fund or a big event. Ritchie had insisted on paying for the wedding, so she hadn’t paid out of pocket for anything but her dress.
Glancing at the clock, Becks let out a sigh. Between worrying about her life’s choices and how the club would like her, she was never going to calm her nerves enough to get to sleep. She carefully extracted herself from under Ghost’s arm. They hadn’t had sex when they’d arrived back, opting to watch a movie and eat sandwiches in bed. It had been homey and domestic. Maybe it was weird of her, but she liked that they had a relationship beyond sex. She liked that Ghost wanted to spend time with her, regardless of the activity.
Not wanting to disturb him, Becks tried to sneak her way out of bed. The room was extremely dark, since Ghost had blackout curtains on the windows, and she ended up zombie-walking her way to the bathroom. She wondered if he would mind her changing some things around the house. The fact that her brother and her husband had a large gun safe in the living room spoke volumes.
The house was quaint and had the air of someplace well lived. She didn’t have furniture to move in, though she did wonder where she could put her sound equipment.
Becks turned off the light to not disturb Ghost before leaving the bathroom. Plunged into darkness, she slowly made her way back to the bed. Ghost insisted that he sleep on the side closest tothe door. Chivalrous, yes, but it also put him closer to the damn bathroom!
She barely took a few steps away from the bathroom when the lamp on the nightstand beside her bed flicked on. Becks blinked at the sudden brightness a second before her brain registered that it wasn’t Ghost standing beside the bed who had turned on the light. It was a man dressed all in black with black hair, blue eyes, and a long scar down the left side of his face.
Becks screamed!
Ghost bolted from the bed,his training taking over. Covers dragged with him as he rolled nimbly to his feet and raised his gun in a swift motion. It had been many years since he was a SEAL, but that didn’t mean his body didn’t recall every grueling bit of training.
He took in the room. Becks was standing by the bathroom door. He’d felt her get up, but she’d clearly been trying to be sweet and not disturb him. Plus, it wasn’t like she needed an audience to take a piss. So he knew where she was before he got up, and automatically placed himself as close to her as he could.
The light coming from the other side of the bed was the obvious threat. Neither of them had been in a position to turn it on. The barrel of his gun was fixed in that direction before he even registered who else was standing in the room with them.
Ghost lowered his gun, cursing under his breath. “Scar! What the fuck, man?”
Heart still hammering in his chest, Ghost put his weapon on the nightstand next to his side of the bed and grabbed up the blanket from the floor. He walked over to Becks, who was still pressed back against the wall like she was staring at theBoogeyman. Since Becks’ things were delayed, she was as naked as the day she was born. Not caring about his own nudity, Ghost wrapped her in the blanket and brought her into his arms.
“What… What…”
“Shhh,” he soothed, rubbing his hand up and down her back. “It’s fine. It’s just Scar. He’s one of my club brothers.”
“I… But he…What?” she stuttered out, pressing her face into his chest.
Ghost turned them slightly so he could glare at Scar. “What the fuck, man? I thought you were working on boundaries!” Becks started to shake in his arms. Without her heels on, she was so little compared to him.
Scar at least had backed himself against the wall farthest from them. He was looking down and away, which Ghost supposed was the closest thing to an apology they were going to get from the man, verbal or otherwise.
Ghost guided Becks back over to the bed where his phone was charging on his nightstand. “It’s fine, don’t worry,” he promised her. He pressed several buttons and then put his phone to his ear.
It rang only twice before a female voice answered in complaint, “It’s the middle of the night, Ghost.”
“Yeah, I fucking know that, Tally. I think you lost something.”
Scar’s head snapped up, and his eyes narrowed on Ghost. Crap. Ghost needed to get his anger under control and not take it out on Tally, or there was no telling what his unhinged brother might do to him.
There was a sharp clicking sound coming from the other end of the line. “Shit, he’s not here. Is he at your house?”
“He’s in my bedroom,” Ghost informed her in the most even voice he could manage right then.
“Fuck,” she cursed low. “I’m on my way, but you really can’t blame him.”
Ghost glared down at his phone, despite the fact that Tally wouldn’t be able to see his reaction even if she was standing in the room with them. “Are you fucking kidding me?! I thought Dr. Rutenberg was working on boundaries with him! Why is he in my bedroom, Tally? He scared the crap out of Becks!”
There was rustling on the other end, and Tally sounded like she was getting dressed as she spoke. “Look, there’s someone new on property. He needed to know that she wasn’t going to harm you or anyone else here.”
Tally had the reputation of being a Scar Translator. Her husband was mute, and despite her being blind, she seemed to always know what was on his mind or the meaning behind his actions. She hadn’t known that Scar had left their bed, yet she knew with certainty why the moment she learned about his absence.
Ghost frowned at Scar. “She’s my wife,” he told his club brother.
