Felicia looked gob smacked.
“You’re lying.”
“Time for a talk.” Sawyer looked at Black. “Can I follow you to the station?”
“I’m going to the station?” Felicia looked sick.
“Are you going to the station?” Boone asked, clearly losing it.
Felicia nodded. “I told you why I did it!”
“That’s my wife!” my husband roared.
Husband.
I’d been thinking that word all night, and even saying it a few times, but it hadn’t gotten old yet.
It was the best word in the world, in my opinion. Especially tied to the man that held my heart.
Felicia flinched at Boone’s roared words.
On the outside, Boone always appeared quiet and carefree. Approachable and kind.
But on the inside, there was this raging beast of a man that got mad when you messed with the things that he loved.
And Felicia had just tried to kill the thing he loved most in this world.
“I…I…” Felicia looked terrified.
As she should be.
“You tried to kill my wife, Felicia.”
“Karen…”
“Not right now,” I heard Gentry say. “Come on. You’re going to the station. Y’all can sort it out there.”
Boone didn’t move out from in front of me until Felicia was escorted out in handcuffs.
Denver, Sawyer, Margery, and a few others went with them.
Boone turned to me and surveyed me, taking in every single thing there was to take in of me before he said, “Are you okay?”
I picked a piece of plaster dust out of his hair before saying, “I’m fine. I promise.”
The baby kicked right then, and I reached out and took his hand, placing it on my belly.
His eyes closed, and the sheen of gray lifted slightly from his face.
“What’s all over the front of your pants, man?” Hux called out.
The way his eyes were sparkling, though, I knew that he knew exactly what it was.
“My wife.”
Again with those damn full-body shivers.
Nineteen
