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She glanced up at him. “But I could if I had to.”
“And I’d do the same for you.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
The following evening, after the sun went down and it was safe to go outside, Nate walked Nalla to the front door of his cabin. This time, they were both wearing appropriate footwear, and they stepped out together, him letting her go first, her waiting for him on the other side. As he shut things behind them, he was sporting the kind of half smile a male did when he’d thoroughly satisfied his female.
“You sure you want me back again tonight?” she said to him.
Hell yeah, he thought.
“Never surer. And the sooner the better.”
“Then I’m going to go home and get some clothes.”
“Perfect.”
Unable to resist, Nate pulled her into him and kissed her properly. And then, before he couldn’t let her leave without getting some more time with her in his bed, he stepped back—and reminded his sex drive that she wouldn’t be gone long.
“I’ll be here.” Probably waiting for her on the porch like a dog. “And there’s no rush.”
“I’ll be back.”
“Okay, Terminator.”
He watched her close her eyes to concentrate, and just as she disappeared, he whispered, “I love you.”
When he turned away, it was a lot easier going back underground, knowing that he wasn’t going to be alone for long—and when he hit the lower level and he heard his burner phone start ringing, he imagined it was the Brotherhood calling to tell him it was okay, he could go back out into the field.
Except of course that wasn’t it. For one, they didn’t officially have that number and the phone they had given him hadn’t been charged in how long? For another, he might be making all kinds of changes personally, but damned if they knew about it.
Grabbing the burner from his jacket, he hovered his finger over the screen, and debated letting things go to voicemail. But Uncle had already left him two messages he’d ignored, and considering the organized crime shit was the only job he had now?
“Yeah,” he answered. And he already knew what it was about.
He’d promised to give the guy a body so that Mickey’s mom could have something to bury. Too bad he didn’t feel like killing anyone right now.
See? He was totally improving his self.
There was a series of beeps as the encrypted line bounced all over the world. Then a tone came across the connection that made it impossible to record the voice on the other end of the line. After the Mission Impossible crap was done cycling through, Uncle was in a characteristically cheerful and easygoing mood.
j/k.
“Where thefuckhave you been,” the man said.
“Nowhere.”
“So why didn’t you answer my calls.”
“Because I’m not your fucking relative.” Nate switched to his other ear, and pinned the cell in place with his shoulder. Like he was going toneed both his hands to strangle the guy. “Do you have an assignment for me. Or not.”
The silence was supposed to be threatening. But when Nate didn’t press for an answer, Uncle started talking again.
“We’re sending you pictures from Bathe’s security footage.”
“Name and address.”
“Don’t have it. He’s weird-looking, though, and my boys say they’ve seen him downtown on the streets.”
