Page 197 of A Lick and A Promise
I pressed tighter.
“She admitted Rocco ordered that hit,” he whispered.
I shut my eyes tight and shoved my face in his chest.
“Told me straight out her man called for the murder of their boy,” he went on. “My fuckin’ sister.”
I squeezed him hard.
“Like I’d thank her or something.”
I let him go only to arch back to look at him and grab hold of his head in both hands.
“This isn’t you,” I stated.
“I know.”
“If it has to be us who takes off, then it’ll be us who takes off,” I said.
His eyes warmed, and he too took an arm from around me so he could run the pad of his middle finger down my hairline. He watched it go while I watched a lot of cruel and beautiful things warring in his eyes.
The beautiful won out and he said, “It won’t come to that, gorgeous.”
“I hate you have to deal with this,” I bitched.
“I know. It won’t be for much longer.”
“We got rid of Cheyenne, and now we might have to get a restraining order on your mom.”
“If we have to, we have to. Then we’ll move on.”
I blew out an annoyed breath.
He watched me.
Then he repeated his question of, “Eggs or muffins? Or something else?”
“I love you,” I replied.
His lips tipped up. “I know.”
“I want one of Willow’s cupcakes for breakfast, so I’m good until I get to work. What do you want?”
He grinned. “One of Willow’s cupcakes. I’ll come into work with you and get one of the guys to come get me when my shift is on.”
I let him take my weight as I tipped my head back further and went up on my toes.
He took the hint and kissed me.
It was again wet, sweet and thorough.
“Shower?” he asked when we were done.
“You betcha,” I answered.
We didn’t break and go to the bathroom.
He cupped my head, pressed my cheek to his chest and gave me a very hard hug that lasted a long time.
