Page 26 of Jonny’s Redemption

“You’re right about that, I’d never cheat on you,” Jonny confirmed. “It means a lot that you know that.”

“Wouldn’t be sitting here if I didn’t.”

“I know that, too.”

“So, tomorrow morning are you taking me back to Lucy’s, or what?”

Out of the heavy.

That was Bobby.

Jonny felt his lips curve up into a smile when he returned, “If you want Lucy’s, then you’ll have Lucy’s.”

Bobby returned his smile, then turned to look back at the ocean.

“You’re comin’ to the concert, right?” Bobby asked.

Earlier in the day when they’d walked along the shore, Bobby told him about a benefit concert Genevieve had agreed to perform at in Nashville. Being as Bobby was Evie’s assistant she’d spent some of the day working on her laptop making arrangements. Part of those arrangements had been talking to Nixon about Gemini Group providing security. Of course, this was unnecessary seeing as Chasin, Evie’s fiancé, was part owner of GG and there was no chance Chasin would allow his pregnant woman to go to Nashville alone.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Jonny replied.

“You’re in for a treat. Evie is electric when she’s on stage. And she’ll be doing a duet with Sean Lovette. Those two make magic when they’re together.”

“I wouldn’t mention that to Chasin. Not sure he wants to hear about his woman making magic with another man.”

“You’re probably right. Chasin can be an overprotective beast when it comes to Evie.”

Jonny didn’t agree. Chasin was a man who knew all too well what it felt like to have his woman terrorized and threatened. He was also a man who loved his family; thus there was no such thing as overprotective.

On that thought, a sick feeling invaded. It had been Bobby who’d been kidnapped and beaten by Evie’s stalker—not Evie. It had been Holden who had almost died. Neither of those things was Evie’s fault and the man responsible was dead—Chasin had seen to that—but Jonny still couldn’t swallow the fear.

Jonny needed to call Nixon and go over the security plan. Jameson’s son Noah had been born prematurely. Seeing as the kid was a Grant, therefore strong as an ox, he was doing well. But Jameson wouldn’t leave Kennedy and Noah. Nix would be down a man, and that deficit could mean Bobby wouldn’t have a guard at her side at all times. That was unacceptable. Though if Jonny were there, he could watch Bobby as long as he was given security access.

Yeah, he’d call Nixon tomorrow and make the arrangements. There was no sense talking to Bobby; he knew her too well. She’d blow him off and tell him he was being overprotective. Nix, however, would not.

“Did you have a good day, Jonny?”

Bobby’s soft voice pulled his attention back to the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

“I did.”

“So did I.”

“Come here, baby,” Jonny called and watched her push herself from the chair.

Once she was within reach, he tagged her hand, pulled her into his lap, and his day went from good to great as peace settled around him.

“You got any idea how much I love you, Bobby Layne?”

“No, but I’m sure you’ll show me, Jonny Spencer.”

Damn right, he would.

He’d show her. He’d love her so thoroughly she wouldn’t ever doubt it. So completely she’d feel it until her dying breath.

It wasn’t late but it wasn’t early when Jonny took Bobby to bed. There was no urgency, no rush; it was about the climb. The slow buildup. In the dark, it was about discovery. Touch and taste. The smell of peaches, of vanilla. Hands gliding. Exploring. Tongues tangling.

Beautiful torture.