Rowan takes me from Asher, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He slips my body between the sheets and climbs in after me while Asher strips out of his clothes and takes the other side of the bed.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” Rowan murmurs as he settles my back against his front.
The last thing I remember as my mind drifts off is Asher dropping a sweet kiss to my temple.
I’ve tried so hard not to allow myself to get too comfortable between them, but now I realize it was futile. Because when all you’ve ever wanted is to feel needed, it’s impossible to deprive yourself of exactly that.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
ASHER
Hannah’s soft snores have become my favorite part of every morning.
I still wake up at five each day, a habit I got into when I was in college so I could train before school and was never able to break. But instead of bouncing out of bed to go for a run, I’ve taken to watching my girl sleep.
Creepy? Maybe.
But then my feelings for her are hardly normal.
Rowan stirs on her other side, his eyes blinking open a moment before a dopey smile tugs at his lips.
I’ve never seen him this happy.
When I was young, he didn’t date. He never wanted to bring random women into my life who wouldn’t stick around, and things were good with just the two of us. But as I got older and started to understand relationships, I felt bad that I kept him from being loved all those years.
Now I realize it wasn’t just me who stopped him from dating. It was that no one ever felt right.
Until Hannah.
“How did things go last night?” he asks, his voice low so as not to wake our girl.
I consider lying to him, not bursting the blissful bubble he’s woken up to, but we don’t have that kind of luxury right now.
“The cops showed.”
“Fuck.”
“Lucky Kovu was there and smoothed things over, but he’s not always available these days.” The guy we once believed to be incapable of love now struggles to let his wife out of his sight, especially now she’s carrying their baby. Not that I’m one to talk, seeing as I’m already obsessed with knowing where Hannah is at all times and miss her the second she’s out of my line of sight. I can only imagine how fucked up I’ll be when she’s pregnant.
“Do you think it was Jeffrey?”
“I know it was.” I sigh. “There was a town car out front watching it all go down.”
“That motherfucker,” Rowan growls, causing Hannah to stir between us.
I turn my attention to our girl and brush the hair from her cheeks. She’s so fucking pretty, I can barely believe she’s ours.
Once she’s settled again, he nods toward the door. As hard as it is to drag myself away from her, we need to make a plan, because if there’s one thing I know about Jeffrey Malone, it’s that he doesn’t give up until he gets what he wants.
With a gentle kiss to her temple, I slip out from beside her and tug on the shorts I left beside the bed. We’ve spent years making plans to make Hannah ours, but that doesn’t make it any less awkward having your junk out around your dad.
Rowan closes the bedroom door behind us and nods down the hallway to the upstairs sitting room. Our offices are at the other end of the house, but he doesn’t want to be too far from Hannah right now.
Being with us puts her in danger, and that’s a reality we’ve had to get used to, but I doubt it’s ever going to get any easier.
“Tell me exactly what happened.”
“It was just before the last fight, and cops swarmed the place. I don’t think they knew Kovu was there because when the chief entered, he was surprised to see him, but if he hadn’t been, they would have taken us all into custody.”
