“And this,” I added quietly, “is my daughter. Emmy.”
Laney lifted her chin.
“Someone is hunting me,” she said. “I need Saint to keep my baby safe.”
Wolf’s expression hardened instantly.
“Then you’re in the right place,” he said.
I looked at Laney.
“You’re not running anymore.”
And somewhere out there, someone who thought he was the hunter was already too late.
2
Laney
Ididn’t realize how close I was to falling apart until Saint closed the door behind us.
The quiet in the room hit me like a wave.
Warm.
Still.
Safe.
My knees almost gave out.
I had been running for so long that standing still felt wrong—like something terrible would happen if I stopped moving.
Saint set Emmy gently on the bed and tucked a blanket around her like he’d done it a thousand times before.
The sight of it made my throat tighten.
His big hands moved carefully, adjusting the blanket so it rested under her chin.
So natural.
So gentle.
Like he already knew her.
Like she already belonged to him.
I had to look away before I started crying.
“Did you bring anything with you?” he asked quietly.
“Yes.” I nodded quickly. “Clothes. Diapers. Bottles. Everything’s in my car.”
He hesitated.
“What kind of car?”
“A black SUV. It’s out front.”
