“What are you talking about?” Darrel whines and shrinks back.
Havoc steps forward until he’s looming over Darrel. “Where is Greer? Your ex-wife. The woman you kidnapped.”
“Oh, he’s intense. Me likey.”
Me too, but I’m not ready to walk out of here and jump into his arms, either.
“I didn’t kidnap her. I just needed to make sure my son was safe. She was trying to steal my child from me. To prevent him from ever seeing his father again. Wouldn’t you do the same for your child?”
“I’d burn down the world for my son. But here’s the thing, I know Greer. And if she’s keeping your child from you, she has a very good reason for doing that.”
What did he say?
“That woman is fiercely loyal and protective. She didn’t take him from you lightly. Which means you gave her reason to believe it would be in the child’s best interest not to know you…ever. I’m going to make sure that happens. Now, I’m going to repeat. WHERE IS SHE?”
“That’s your cue.”
“I think I love him.”
“What’s new? He’s waiting.”
“No Winnie, I think I ‘love’ him.”
“I know you love him. I’ve known since the first time you said his name. Don’t you want to go out there and let him know he can stop worrying about you?”
“What if he breaks my heart?”
“What if he helps you put the pieces back together and teaches you to believe love is real?”
“You and the other spinsters already did that.”
“Go now, before you ruin my makeup.”
“Fine. I’m going. But know it’s true.”
“I’ve always known that too.”
Tears run down my face as I run through the cabin straight into Havoc’s arms. “You came for me.”
“Always.”
Parting Gift
Greer
“Is that a helicopter?” Creed asks from the couch across from me.
“Winnie just arrived.” I don’t even need to check to see. Not that I’m getting up anytime soon. Sitting wrapped up in Havoc’s arms is exactly where I want to be.
Creed walks over to look out the window. “She’s just landing in the middle of the road.”
“Laws are more like suggestions to Winnie.” I put my head back down on Havoc's shoulder.
“The party has arrived.” Winnie struts in, walks over, and gives me a hug. “Another fun story for you,” she whispers in my ear. “Which one of you hunky men would like to help me carry in the champagne? You know, being pregnant is no reason not to keep a decent cellar. Maybe I’ll gift you one as a baby gift.”
Bram stands up and walks over to Winnie.
“Well, aren’t you a fine-looking man. I heard you aren’t opposed to fake dating. Are you opposed to having a little fun?”
