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“Now it’s my turn to have heartburn.”
For a second, I just blinked at him. Then I realized what he meant. “Huh.”
“Huh?”
I smiled. “I’ve gotten used to the heartburn.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“Good. When you say that sweet shit, it doesn’t feel weird in my chest anymore. It’s just… my new normal.”
His grin wasn’t cocky, not like it could have been. Instead, it was warm. Heartfelt. Fuck, it went deeper than that.
It was home.
He was home.
The last couple months since Anton’s death had been a race against time to clear out the Brothers in Interpol.
In that time, we’d grown closer than ever. I mean, it wasn’t as if I hadn’t recognized that. But it was only now that I felt it. Deep in my fucking bones.
Leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, I whispered, “I love you, Conor.”
“I never get tired of hearing that,” he mumbled. “I love you too, baby.”
Closing my eyes, I pushed my face into his throat, enjoying how, in his arms, I was allowed to be me. Not the hacker, or the spy, or the soldier. Just me. I could be weak. I could be vulnerable. I could even be fragile.
He accepted every inch of me.
Squeezing him, I muttered, “I think we should stay here all day.”
“Tough. You dragged my ass up here so we’re going to have fun.”
“And you say I’m the contrary one.”
He slapped my butt. “Imagine what Lyra would think if you didn’t show your face, hmm?”
I grimaced. “Good point. She’s only just started to look brighter, hasn’t she?”
“I think Anton made more of an impact than we anticipated.”
“I wish I’d known. I’d never have introduced them if I had even a hint…” Regret settled heavily in my soul for that miscalculation.
“Don’t beat yourself up over this, Star. The bastard would have died sooner or later.”
With a final squeeze, I clambered off him and then stood beside the bed. Grabbing his hand and knotting our fingers together, I asked, “Shower?”
“How could I refuse an invitation like that?”
An hour later, I retreated to the kitchen and found Aoife organizing things with the expertise of a general in the middle of a siege.
Moving toward one of the three islands in the kitchen, I stood there and muttered, “It’s disturbing how good you are at this.”
She arched a brow at me. “Disturbing good seeing as I’m arranging all this and you didn’t need to talk to a stranger to get it done?”
“That is very sound logic. Disturbing great. I need to get you a gift. What do you want?”
“You already gave me a gift.”
