He denied dryly, “It’s not treason for us.”
“Semantics.”
“Important semantics. We’re not the ones being lead out to a firing range.”
“I don’t think they do that anymore.”
“Think you’ll find they do.” It was his turn to yawn. “Fuck, what a day.”
Couldn’t argue with that.
I rolled into him when he tugged on me, letting me settle on my side so he could be the big spoon to my little spoon. I didn’t grumble when he dragged off the towel, only fidgeted to help him.
Once the terrycloth had a new home on the floor, I felt his supportive warmth at my back and began to relax.
“Will family dinners look the same at your house?”
Tiredly, I snickered. “Doubtful seeing as no one’s pregnant.”
“Yet.”
I stilled. Exhaled. “Yet.”
Yetseemed to be our watchword.
This might have happened so fast that the speed of light had competition, but nothing would stop it from feeling right.
From feeling true.
His mouth settled in the nook of my throat and he pecked soft kisses along the line, toward my shoulders. He trailed his tongue along my clavicle then stopped petting me to order, “Get some sleep.”
Somehow, the command worked.
I rested against him, knowing I was safe, protected, loved,anda part of this family.
I never slept better…
FIFTY-ONE
STAN
“Can’tyoutalk to Lucas about this?”
“Is this you… whining?”
Her gasp was pure melodrama. Honestly, it was enjoyable to behold. It wasnormal. This was normal. Her. Me. Us. Me poking fun. Her complaining. Me grumbling. Her chiding. Fuck, I wanted it all. Everything wouldn’t be enough.
“I’m not whining! I’m not a mobster, Mr. Mobster.”
I hid a smile as I drove us out of Brooklyn and into the city, Storm’s orchid on the back seat. We were heading for the Acuig building, where Lucas, Conor, and Aidan Jr. lived, but Lucas was our initial stop, then Aidan, and finally Patricia.
As much as Luciu had several ins with Aidan Jr., there was a reason for this. Eva wanted to wade Kitty deeper into this mess. Almost like…
“I wonder if Dea—Taube—fuck, I’ll never get that straight—I wonder if she knows Eva.”
“She knew a lot about her attempted murder so I’m guessing Taube’s on Eva’s radar, yes,” Kitty remarked, but at least she wasn’t grousing about talking to Lucas anymore.
“I meanwell. Could they be friends?”
