Crypt covered us with a blanket as my eyes began to flutter.
“Thanks.”
“Rest. We’re both here for you.” Crypt kissed my forehead. “No one will disturb either of you.”
“Crypt will stand guard on the other side of this door to be sure no one knocks,” Hannibal added.
I almost sighed, but Crypt brushed the hair back from my face. “It’s a good idea.”
“Okay.”
“You need me, just tell Hannibal to open the door.”
“I can do that.” When I heard my dad grumble under his breath, I almost smiled.
“Get some rest, Brown Eyes.”
“Crypt?”
“Yeah?”
“Why were you at the rodeo?”
“Two reasons. One, because my dad rode with the club, and I wanted to meet the men he called his brothers. Two, I had to find you.”
I almost forgot Grim announced that Crypt was Lockjaw’s son. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Babe, I’m sticking around because this club is going to be home, but I plan to make you part of it.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. Not yet.
“We can talk about it later. Rest, beautiful.”
I shut my eyes, held onto Rylee, and finally let the tension I had been holding since she was taken ease from my body.
