Not crowding me.
Just close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him.
“You got one,” he said quietly. “But you’re not alone anymore.”
That nearly destroyed me.
Because the terrifying part?
Some broken piece of my heart wanted to believe him.
7
BLAZE
She looked like she was about two seconds away from falling apart.
And somehow that pissed me off more than the cartel.
Felicity stood near the edge of the bar area with her arms wrapped around herself so tightly it looked painful. The stubbornness in her expression might’ve fooled somebody else.
Not me.
I knew her too well.
Even after sixteen years.
Maybe especially after sixteen years.
Because pain recognized pain.
And the woman standing in our tavern looked worn thin by it.
Michael checked his phone near the end of the counter before muttering, “Local officers are sweeping the property again.”
“Meaning the first sweep missed something,” I said flatly.
He didn’t argue.
That told me enough.
Trigger returned from the kitchen carrying a plate of fries and set it in front of Felicity without a word.
She blinked down at them in surprise. “I didn’t order these.”
“You also look like you haven’t eaten since the Obama administration.”
A tiny huff of laughter escaped her before she could stop it.
Good.
Trigger pointed at the plate. “Eat.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Didn’t ask.”
Definitely Ranger.
