Page 89 of Caretaker

Someone knocked on the bedroom door, sharply, and I jumped. Without releasing me, Angus turned his head and shouted, “What is it?”

Just like the old Angus.

I smiled a watery smile and relaxed in the circle of his arms.

The mother of one of his children—Cheryl something or other—stuck her head into the room. She frowned at me, then looked at Angus. “I made you some dinner. Come eat with me? Afterward, I will change your bandages.”

I stiffened and stepped out of Angus’s arms.

“Trin…”

I ignored him and looked at the woman. “Pack your things and go home.” She opened her mouth and I held up my hand to stop her. “Pack your fucking things and go home. Angus is out of the baby-making business, and his cock is spoken for. Nod if you understand what I’m telling you.”

She gaped, then looked at Angus. “Angus!”

“She’s telling the truth.” His voice was mild but when I glanced at him, there was such a bright spark in his eyes it was like a fire had started in his skull. “Do as she says.”

There would be no other women for Angus.

He was mine.

And as Shane had pointed out, I was not the type to share.