I didn’t even hesitate.
“Yeah.”
The word left my mouth before my brain caught up.
Wolf’s eyebrows lifted slightly.
Trigger grinned instantly like the traitor he was.
And across the room?—
Flick looked up.
Straight at me.
Those beautiful eyes widened softly.
Like hearing that mattered far too much.
Truthfully?
It mattered too damn much to me too.
17
FELICITY
Yeah.
The single word echoed through me harder than the gunfire had.
That woman yours?
Yeah.
My breath caught somewhere deep in my chest.
Because Hersh didn’t hesitate.
Not even for a second.
Like the answer had always been yes.
Like some part of him still believed I belonged to him after sixteen years apart.
God help me…
some reckless shattered piece of my heart loved hearing it.
Trigger looked entirely too pleased with himself.
Wolf just crossed his arms with the expression of a man mentally preparing for emotional chaos.
Sheriff Tate glanced between Hersh and me once before muttering:
“Well. That explains a lot.”
Heat rushed into my face instantly.
