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“Consider her handled.” He gave the powerful man a curt nod and turned toward the door.
The Brighton woman had proven herself more challenging than any of them had expected, but she couldn’t hide forever. And when he found her again, he would silence her for good.
Just like he’d silenced Scott Mitchell.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Blake had never considered himself a morning person. Not that he disliked mornings. He simply preferred them to arrive after he’d had a decent night’s sleep and at least two cups of coffee.
This morning, however, he was willing to make an exception. Lying on his side, he watched the woman sleeping beside him and decided he could get used to waking up like this.
Devon’s dark lashes rested against her cheeks, and a few strands of hair had escaped the loose knot she’d twisted together before falling asleep. One hand lay curled beneath her chin, while the other rested on the pillow between them.
She looked peaceful. After everything she’d endured, knowing she’d found even a moment of peace made his chest tighten. But it wasn’t the only reason he couldn’t stop staring.
Last night, he and Devon had made love. Even now, the thought sent something warm and powerful through him.
He’d imagined what it might be like to hold her that way. To kiss her without either of them worrying about what came next. But nothing he’d imagined had come close to reality.
The way she’d looked at him. The trust in her eyes. The little smile she’d given him when she’d finally stopped being nervous.
And hearing her tell him she loved him back?
Blake smiled.
Truth be told, he’d been a goner long before that. But last night had changed something between them. Something he couldn’t quite put into words.
Devon hadn’t simply let him into her bed. She’d trusted him with parts of herself she’d kept hidden from everyone else.”
Blake understood what that meant. And he’d spend the rest of his life making damn sure she never regretted it.
The rest of my life.
The thought should have scared him. Instead, it felt . . . right.
Devon stirred, her nose wrinkling slightly before her eyes fluttered open.
“You’re staring.”
Her voice was rough from sleep.
His smile grew. “Not staring. Observing.”
“There’s a difference?”
“Absolutely. Staring is creepy. Observing is scientific.”
She smiled sleepily before hiding a yawn. “Of course, it is.”
Blake reached out and brushed some hair from her eye. “Morning.”
“Hi.”
“How are you feeling this morning?”
Devon’s smile returned. “Good.” She stared back at him. “Really good.”
Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “Come on. You need to eat.”
