“Wow. Did his eyeballs melt?”
Bones rubs his temples as he sighs audibly.
“Enough. You’re making the headache behind my eyes start again. Get him down and do your job.”
“Come on, Killer. Time to get you to the house.”
Killian wraps his arm around her waist as we walk across the grass to the SUV.
Chapter Twenty-One
KNOX
Last night was calm after we got to the house Bones arranged for us. Heather appears to finally be on the mend. Maybe killing Grave did some good for her because she seems lighter. I can only hope once we find the Prophet it’ll get even better. Killian disconnects his call and stuffs his phone into his pocket.
“We are down a man for the foreseeable future.”
“Why?” Heather asks as she pours herself a cup of coffee.
“Bianca is in labor, so Raven is heading back home.”
Heather bounces on her toes excitedly, spilling coffee on the floor as a squeal escapes her lips. I wasn’t sure how she felt about her friend's pregnancy. There could’ve been some deep-seated jealousy, but now I see that isn’t the case.
I grab a cloth and clean up the mess she made.
“Sorry. I’m so happy for her. Bianca went through hell with her ex and then in the asylum. It was like something out of a bad horror movie. And I guess-“
She lets out a long breath before continuing.
“It’s good to see her happy. People who have walked through hell deserve a little heaven.”
Killian pulls out his phone again and reads a text message.
“The girls would like us to come over later if you’re up to it? The guys are grilling rib eyes. And they all plan on swimming.”
The disappointment in her eyes causes a pain in my chest. I know it isn’t possible but I want her to be happy. Always.
“You can say no, Tesoro.”
She shakes her head and explains.
“It’s not that. It sounds wonderful, but I don’t own a bathing suit.”
Killian says, “If you want to go swimming, you can.”
Her giggle is sweet, but none of us are amused by her words.
“Okay, so you don’t mind me skinny dipping in the pool with the brothers then?”
Carter responds first, but Killian and I don’t disagree.
“Careful, Little Heathen. That smart mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”
“A lot of fucking trouble, Killer. No, you will not be naked near any of them. I was suggesting that we could order a suit and have it delivered. But maybe since you want to be a brat, we shouldn’t.”
“Please, Killian?”
She bats her blue eyes at him, and I know he’s a fucking goner before he opens his mouth to speak. This woman has all three of us wrapped around her pretty little finger and none of us have a problem with it.
