“Did you get a good face fit?”
“That’s the thing. Their cameras are 1990s kind of shit, so it’s taking some time to clean up the pixels.I’m doing my best.”
Rooted to the ground while families and couples mingled around them, enjoying their day. Like he’d been doing only minutes ago, Seb felt like a grenade with the pin taken out. He needed to do something. Right now. Like strapping on his 9mm and going on a hunt.
But he was without his weapons. They were in his home safe; he hadn’t wanted to be a biker for these few days, only Sebastian, Sunny’s husband.
And that had been his first mistake, leaving them wide open.
Now, he had the dilemma of staying or taking her home, where he knew she’d be safer. If this guy had walked into their hotel once, he could do it again. He considered going to the Wyoming chapter, but that was no honeymoon for Sunny.
“Thanks for the intel, Lawless.”
“No problem, Priest. Enjoy your old lady. If I get anything new, I’ll hit you up.”
They hung up, and Seb parked himself on the bench next to Sunny; he found the file in their secure portal app and hit play. It went down as Lawless described.
Once more, Seb’s blood iced over to know how close he’d been to her. Could have easily pulled a knife. His wife would have been lost in moments, unable to defend against a surprise attack.
“What’s that?” she asked, craning over his shoulder.
He wouldn’t hide the truth but wouldn’t directly expose her, so he pocketed his phone and took her hand.
“Let’s head back.”
“But we haven’t tried the funnel cakes yet!”
Unable to resist her adorable pout, he released his breath, strolled to her desired stall, and purchased two items, carrying them in his free hand.
“You’re such a hand holder,” she grinned, halfway back to their hotel. “It’s socute.”
All the while, Seb was watchful of who was around them. He had the cut of the guy’s build and how he walked. He’d recognize him again.
Turning his head, he smirked at Sunny. Seeing her face lessened his anger, and he kissed the back of her hand.
“I’m always gonna have my hands on you if you’re near. I didn’t think you’d appreciate me cupping your little ass in public.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” she retorted. His shy girl surprised him, and he went to drop her hand to do just that when she laugh-screeched his name and held on tight. “Wait until we’re back in our suite.”
“Count on it.”
They were near the hotel, waiting to cross the street, when he told her.
“I need to talk to you about that phone call when we’re back in our room. But first, you’ll slip out of your dress and slide onto my lap so I can do some private touching. You good with that?”
The smoke that entered her eyes could almost have derailed Seb, had it not been for his vigilance, which kept him on high alert. But she still turned his stomach to soup. He had no decency when he wanted to mark his wife with his love.
“More than good with that,” she hip-checked him, grinning. “I have a long list of things I need to try.”
He just bet his studious girl had a physical list.
And he couldn’t wait to check everything off for her.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Sunshine
Discovering they had a stalker had dampened their brief honeymoon.
