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“It can’t be helped.” She shrugged. “I’m running up to the house to shower then I have to meet Sienna and Kira.”
She tossed the rag back to the counter and dug her car keys from her back pocket. She flashed them both a tight, hard smile.
“I’m sure you can survive without me.”
Kira had been surprised when Sabella had called her that morning and asked if she wanted to meet her and Sienna at the spa. The other woman was wary, cautious, but game. Sabella liked that about her. Kira was no one’s fool, but she was also curious as hell.
Sabella moved from the garage to her car aware of Noah following her. He caught her as she reached the little red BMW Z8 Nathan had rebuilt for her just before he had left on that last mission.
The fender was still crumpled from slamming it into the back of Nathan’s truck. The truck that still sat in the garage. Unused. His pride and joy. She wondered if he had even checked on his truck. He could have done it easily without her knowing about it.
She had just reached the car when she felt his fingers curl around her upper arm, drawing her to a stop.
Sabella felt her breath catch. Her eyes closed and emotion swamped her. Joy, anger, sorrow, and so much hope. So much hope it nearly brought her to her knees. And fear. Did she want this so badly that she was seeing no more than an illusion?
No. It wasn’t an illusion. It was her Irish.
“What’s going on?” His
voice was rough, grating. Somehow, something had happened to the voice that had sung Irish ballads to her, that whispered her name with such a lyrical quality.
But it wasn’t the voice that held her soul, it was the man.
She cleared her throat and turned to him, staring at his chin.
“I told you, I have an appointment at the spa.” She tugged her arm out of his grip before glancing up at his eyes, fighting to hold back the sheer awe she felt that she could hold him again. That she could love him again.
Her Irish. She wanted to throw her arms around him and cry out his name, and she couldn’t.
She didn’t know how dangerous it could be, to him, to all of them. But mostly to him. If he had come back to her as another man, he would have had to have a reason that risked all their lives. And her husband was incredibly protective, no matter what name he went by. He would fight to save those he loved, no matter the risk.
“Why today?” His voice hardened. He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted her to stay, where he could watch her.
“Does it matter? Is there a reason why I shouldn’t go?”
“Well, nothing other than the fact that one of your employees was nearly killed yesterday.” His lips tightened and his eyes glowed back at her with an edge of worry and anger.
“They were striking at you, not at me.” She wasn’t ignoring the truth. “Whatever happened the night before is what targeted Toby, Noah. Not me. I know how to be careful. And my husband taught me how to watch my back,” she reminded him. “I’m not an unwary teenager.”
She saw him flinch.
“No, you’re a stubborn little hellion determined to do things her own way,” he growled.
She opened the door to her car before turning back to him.
“I’m meeting Sienna for lunch, then we have an appointment at the spa. Now that you’re here and the garage is doing so well, I thought I’d take an afternoon off and be a girl rather than a grease rag for a change. Do you have a problem with that?”
Those eyes. Arousal sparked, then flamed within them.
“Manicure?” He lifted his lips in a little snarl.
“A manicure would be wasted on this place.” She waved her hand to the garage. “And I’d much prefer playing with guys’ motors than babying a set of nails. But a nice massage. A cut and style.” She shook her hair at him. “Maybe a facial.” Maybe a wax.
She could feel the thought hovering between them. Maybe having the curls removed from between her thighs again, feeling his beard against sensitive bare skin, feeling his tongue love the bare folds. She had her husband back, but she wasn’t willing to give up her independence again. There had been a few things she enjoyed from the girly zone she and Sienna called the spa.
As he watched her, she could see what was coming. His lashes blinked over his eyes slowly, his expression became set, determined, dominant. The dominance was a new facet, or perhaps one that had been hidden in the past.
“I’d prefer you wait,” he finally said. “Or let me drive you in.”
