Hawk had to be in his early thirties.
To her, it didn’t seem like a huge age-gap.
Lyric went on. “But you’ve both endured so much trauma and found your way out of it. You’re exactly what each other needs.”
Hawk rubbed his nose into her hair. “All I know is that now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”
She wrapped her arm around his neck. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
“I really like you two together.” Lyric’s bright smile could blind them.
“Let’s have dessert,” Hawk suggested. “Lyric made some killer brownies.”
“My favorite.”
Hawk met her gaze. “Yeah? Me, too.”
She loved that they were finding things in common.
Hawk gave her a soft peck on the lips then nudged her up to take her own seat, while he headed to the kitchen counter to retrieve the pan and plates.
Lyric got up to clear the dishes. Lucky stood to help, but Lyric waved her back down into her seat. “I’ll do it. You sit and rest or Hawk will have a heart attack that you’re overdoing it.”
“She just got out of the hospital.” He set the pan on the table along with the plates.
“I’m fine.”
“You wince every time you move.” Mason gave her adon’t arguelook that Hawk nodded agreement to.
So she sat and let Lyric clear the dishes while Hawk doled out the brownies, and Mason refilled everyone’s water glasses.
She and Lyric talked about owning their own businesses. Lyric loved some of her stories about the weirdest things she’d discovered in people’s houses while she cleaned. Lucky laughed at some of the dumbass things drunks had done at the bar. One guy had passed out face first on the pool table in the middle of trying to convince some woman to come home with him so he could show her how he could fuck all night.
“He probably couldn’t get it up if he was that drunk.” Hawk shook his head. “Dumbass.”
Lucky found herself smiling and laughing again. How long had it been since she’d felt this light and carefree. Sure they’d talked about some heavy stuff tonight, but somehow she still felt light. Because of him.
He made her feel safe here.
“We better get going. We’re leaving early in the morning,” Mason announced. “And I’m no dumbass, so Lyric will be up even later.” He winked at his wife.
She rubbed her hand over her baby bump. “My name might not be Lucky, but I’m getting lucky tonight. Yay me!”
Hawk’s big hand landed on Lucky’s thigh again. “You must be beat.”
She let her tired gaze answer for her. “I still desperately want a shower.”
He nodded. “We need to change your bandages, too.”
Mason and Lyric stood. Lyric picked up the rest of the plates and forks. “I’ll put these up, then we’ll let you two get ready for bed. It was really nice to meet you, Lucky. I haven’t seen Hawk smile or talk this much ever. I hope they catch whoever hurt you. I’ll call and check on you in a few days.”
“I’d really like that. If you’ll excuse me. I’m going to use the restroom and let you say goodbye to Hawk.” She walked out of the room, overhearing Mason say, “She’s everything you said she was. She’s perfect for you.”
“I really like her for you,” was the last thing she caught before ducking into the bathroom, desperate to be clean, so she could sleep comfortably tonight, hopefully with Hawk right beside her again.
Chapter Ten
Hawk knocked lightly on the bathroom door, which Lucky had left slightly ajar. An invitation? He hoped. “Can I come in?”
