Something between a grateful croak and chuckle leaves my lips. I sniff and wipe at my nose with my sleeve. “He's alive. They brought him back. But he's in bad shape, Mum. And my husband—”
“Where are you?”
“I'm in New York. At a safe house close to Canada.”
“I'll be right there.”
“No, Mum, listen to me.”
“I'll listen to you when I have proper eyes on you. You send me the address. I'll be there before morning. Derek! Fire up the jet!” She hangs up on me. I tuck my phone back into the pocket and drop my head into my hands.
Great.
I wipe my nose with my sleeve and give myself a moment of reprieve, looking out at trees, desperately trying to see the forest, but it's dark. And bleak. I clutch my stomach and look up at the angry sky promising some kind of storm. Snow, rain, sleet. None of it matters.
Wiping at my eyes, I head back inside to crawl back into bed with Parker, but before that, I make the announcement that my mother is coming.
“Tildy's on her way, love. Some days I think she loves you more than she loves me, if I'm honest. But she's on her way. We have no idea where Maksim is. Five vacant homes have been searched now, andnothing.” I sigh. “I haven't had the heart to tell Rory about this. She'll hate me, won't she?” I snuggle deeper into Parker's side, laying my head on the side of his chest that currently doesn't have any electrodes.
“You saved his life, Mrs. Giordano. Packing this the way you did… he would have bled out.”
I want Dr. Tiliano's words to stop ringing in my ears.
“Could never… hate you.”
“Sure, you say that now, but Rory is a little spitfire. I—OH MY GOD!SAVAGE!” More tears spring into my eyes as I look over to see my love's eyes open and staring at me. One brown, and one so impossibly green my heart fills with utter joy. I flip over and straddle him in excitement and relief when he “Ommphs!” I gasp and try to climb back off of him, but he holds me in place with a little chuckle. “Missed me, baby?”
I don’t get to answer him because the door swings open and the men infiltrate the room, Maverick and Damon first.
“Sabrina!” Damon scolds, but I point at Parker.
“I tried to get off. He won't let me! Call Tiliano!” I fling myself at him again and press kisses all over his gorgeous face. “I love you. I love you. Thank you for coming back to me. I adore you. I'm sorry I didn't say it before. I'm a numpty. A terrible cockwomble. I love you.” I choke out, tears spilling freely, but he still doesn't allow me to move.
“Sabrina, move so I can assess the man.”Damon scolds me again.
But Parker's grip gets tighter on the flare of my hips. “I'm fine here, Doc,” he rasps.
I gesture to Damon, and he rolls his eyes, pulling out a light pen from his shirt pocket, and leans over to check Parker's eyes. “Can you tell me the last thing you remember?” Damon asks.
He replies; his words are slow and hoarse, but I don't care. He’s awake. He’s alive, and he’s awake, and he’s here with me. “Some fuckhead with… one of those LED Purge masks had broken in. They tried to get to me… but we struggled. I was able to grab their gun, but they had another one. I shot... They shot... and I went down.”
Damon nods. “Is that all?”
He shakes his head slowly, like it’s too much for him, but then those beautiful green and brown mismatched eyes of his find me. “No. My girl said… I wasn't allowed to leave her… ‘cause… ‘cause she loves me.” The corners of his lips lift, but I can tell he's in pain, and I am ugly crying.
I nod my head frantically and wipe at my nose with my sleeve, not caring who sees. “I do. I do love you, Parker Savage Hayes.”
“Fuck… yeah.” He grins, lashes fluttering again until his eyes close completely, going back into a slumber, but his grip on me doesn’t loosen.
But it doesn’t matter. He’s here.
With me.
Never again.
Chapter Three
Sabrina.
