Suddenly fed up, she demanded, “What do you want?” It had been a shitty day, month, year.
“I always finish the job I was hired to do.” He moved the weapon so it was pointed at the middle of Cross’s chest.
Panic surged through Drew. She wasn’t losing Cross again. She shoved him with all her might as the crack of the gunshot filled the air. She landed hard on top of Cross, who immediately rolled her off him and pulled a gun, getting off two shots before the Weasel managed to shoot again.
The Weasel swayed on his feet as two red splotches bloomed on his chest. His eyes were wide as he looked down and then toppled face-first into the water.
Drew stared at the surface. Where the fuck was he? “Where…?” she mumbled, and then the body surfaced, face down and arms sprawled.
“Thank God, he’s finally dead this time,” she said as she turned to Cross, who grinned at her.
“You can say that again.” He reached over and hauled her to her feet and then into his arms. “This day needs to be over.”
“Totally agree,” she mumbled into his chest as the sound of sirens filled her ears. “Do you think we can just go to the yacht and ignore all this?”
Cross pulled back and kissed her hard on the mouth. “I think that’s exactly what we do.”
They made their way to the yacht and climbed aboard. It was totally swank with deep carpets and gleaming woodwork. Drew was too tired to care however and asked to go straight to the bedroom.
“Here you go,” Cross said, opening the door to the main bedroom. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Where are you going?” Drew demanded.
“I know you want to sleep. You’re exhausted. Me too. But I need to deal with the cops and the dead Weasel. I’ll just crash here across the hall once I’m done.”
She frowned. “I said I was exhausted, not dead. You better get your ass in that bed when you’re finished, or there’s gonna be hell to pay.”
Cross threw his head back and laughed. “Yes, ma’am!” He swooped down and picked her up, carried her into the room, closing the door with his foot, and then he threw her on the bed. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. The cops can wait.”
Drew giggled but opened her arms to her love. “Then come and get it.”
CHAPTER 29
“I am not staying here,not permanently,” Drew said between bites of her cheeseburger.
“You get used to it,” Savvy said. “It’s really not that bad.”
They were sitting on the deck in the swamp, enjoying a barbecue. “No, you get used to it. I refuse to. Way too many creepy crawly things for my liking.”
Cross dropped a kiss on her head as he put a beer in front of her. “We could split our time between here and Miami. We don’t have to stay out here. I already got an estimate to fix my house. I got it from the same guy who’s rebuilding Frankie’s place.”
“Chuck,” Frankie supplied the name, then took a swig of her beer. “He’s good people. He actually introduced me to Pierre LaPierre. He runs a small shipyard not far from here. I’m going to do the repair work for him on the shrimp boats, airboats… Any fishing vessels, really. The pay is good and I keep my own hours as long as I finish everything in time.” Frankie smiled at Stone. “Things are really coming together. My place is being rebuilt, and I have a job that pays well but also gives me time to maybe do some cool custom welding.”
Stone gave her a quick kiss. “I like the sound of all that.” He put his arm around her and she leaned into him.
“Yeah, me too.” She gave a shy smile and then turned to the woman sitting on her other side. “What about you, Riven?” Frankie said. “How are things going with the wedding plans?”
Riven smiled widely. “Good. It’s coming together. I secured the horse for McGuire, so that’s in place. Now I just have to find a good caterer.”
“Is there anything we can do to help?” Savvy asked.
“Wait,” McGuire blurted. “Horse? What horse? What the hell are you talking about, woman?”
Riven gave him an innocent look. “Didn’t I tell you? I thought it would be a great idea if you arrived at the church on horseback. There’s this really beautiful white stallion?—”
“No!” McGuire shook his head. “Like… Hell no. I love you, Riven, but I am not getting on a horse.”
“But why?” Riven asked.
