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“Okay,” he said without hesitation.
As far as Harper was concerned, he could spend the rest of his life proving himself and that would be just fine.
“They might put me in protective custody, though. I don’t know what that means.”
“I know some people. I can pull strings.” Besides, if she really was going to be of interest to those after Daar, it would be better to keep Robin close.
She slid her hand up and down his cheek. The stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave this morning rasped against her smooth skin.
What was she thinking? Did she mean it? Would she take a chance on him?
“I love you, Robin,” he whispered because he wanted to.
She squeezed her eyes shut.
“I mean it. I’ll show you and say it until you believe me,” he said.
Her body shook, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
Harper hugged her closer still and carried her across to the sofa against the wall. He sat with her in his arms and wished he could fix the damage he’d done.
Robin lifted her head and tugged on his hair, bringing his face to hers. She kissed him briefly then sat back to study his face.
There were dark circles under her eyes. Her normally smooth skin was blotchy. It was clear to him she wasn’t taking care of herself and the stress was getting to her. She was looking after everyone and everything except herself.
Well, now that would be his job.
He’d do whatever it took to wipe that sad expression off her face.
“Was anyone else hurt?” she asked.
“No one from our side. Peter, the man who shot Jessica? He’s dead. Daar’s IT guy, Amaar, is alive and in custody. He’s not cooperating. Very hostile. Then there were the hired grunts. Three died, and a bunch were wounded. A few were in bad shape, but I haven't kept up with them. No one for you to worry about, okay?”
She nodded slowly. “Where have you been?”
“Either at a local FBI office or here.”
Her eyes widened. “Here?”
“Yeah.” He smiled though it was forced. “Jessica wanted to see me. And I might have hung out in the lobby a few times.”
“I want to trust you, but I’m afraid to, Harper.”
He slid his hands up and down her legging-clad legs. “I know.”
“You get one chance,” she said. “I’m in love with you after all of this, crazy as it sounds. Don’t make me regret that, okay?”
His breath caught in his throat. He nodded and squeezed her tight, saying a silent prayer of thanks that this story wasn’t yet done.
“No regrets,” he said and leaned in to seal the deal with a kiss.
"I need to see Jessica, but maybe we could get out of here for a little while?" Her fingers traced patterns against his chest.
"My people have a condo here in New York. We could go there? It's got a big bathroom with a soaker tub that can fit two people."
"Now you're talking my language."
He let his nose bump hers. "We could order takeout, rent a movie?"
