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“Thoughts of you,” I admit. I want him to know he’s the one who’s making me happy. That gets me a growl from him. I swipe my finger along the edge of the bowl I used to make the icing and turn in his arms so I’m facing him. I lift my finger to his mouth to give him a taste of the sugary goodness, but he doesn’t take it. Instead he leans down to take my mouth. The kiss is perfect. Possessive, but sweet at the same time.
“Got my own sweetness. That’s all I’ll ever need.”
I swear my heart melts at his words. How the heck am I ever going to be able to leave here?
“The only thing I could find was vanilla.” Clover interrupts us and holds up a container of vanilla ice cream.
“You eat it.” Diego wraps his big hand around my wrist and brings my own finger to my mouth. I suck my finger, eating the delicious icing myself. His eyes heat, but he lets me wiggle past him.
“That should work.” We put some of the vanilla ice cream over a small piece of the cake I made for Bells. Clover takes it to her first. Then a line forms with everyone else wanting some cake, too.
There is barely anything left once everyone gets a piece. I should make more. These men are not only housing us but feeding us, too. I’m sure I could write a check easily, but I have a feeling none of them would take it. I’m not even sure they need it from the looks of this place. But I do think Diego needsme, and I know I need him too.
10
DIEGO
She disappears into Bells and Barrow’s room with the other women, so I sit down at the kitchen counter and check my texts. My contact works fast. I scowl as I read the information he’s sent, each bit of data worse than the last.
“Fuck.” I slam my phone down.
“Don’t like it?” Tiernan takes a bite of his cake and grins.
“It’s delicious.” Daphne, the red-headed journalist who showed up out of fucking nowhere stands at the end of the counter. She takes another bite of her cake and gives Tiernan a pointed stare.
“Jesus, woman.” His smartass tone dissipates as he swipes his plate and stomps away.
I go back to my phone and ignore the two of them.
“Got some news?” Daphne asks.
I pick up my fork and take a bite of cake. It’s fucking delicious. I’ve never had anything so good. She made this. From scratch. With her tiny little hands. I couldn’t be more impressed. The sweetness cuts through my irritation, at least somewhat.
Snagging my phone, I forward the intel to the guys, then dig back into my cake as I keep an eye on the hallway.
It doesn’t take long for Charles to come stomping into the kitchen again. “This can’t be real.” He sits heavily on the stool beside me.
“It’s real.” I sigh and finish off my cake, then scoop up the crumbs left behind.
“So we’re talking at least five numbnuts showing up here to try and take out your pop princess?”
“I’m thinking there’s probably one they missed. Maybe a true professional. Not sure.” I toss my fork onto my plate. “Could have flown under the radar.”
“Could be outside right now.” Charles grits his teeth.
I shoot a glance out the window at the snowy landscape. “Freezing his balls off if he is.”
“The first assassin made it.”
“And that damn redhead.” Tiernan strides in, his eyes on his phone. “She made it. Her and her questions and her legs, and ...” He runs a hand over his face. “Her everything.”
Charles raises a brow at me, and I shrug. Must be something in the water.
“She made it, but I checked her route. She got as close as she could in a Jeep towing an ATV, then hopped on the ATV with chained tires and made it to us. Not easy.” Charles glances outside, too. “The snow should stay thick, but the road will thaw soon. Probably tomorrow around noon, if I had to guess. Then the plow from Frozen Falls will clear it.”
“And then we’ll have five or six killer clowns at our doorstep.” I grab my plate and toss it into the sink, then frown when I realize I almost broke it. “Fuck.”
“We’re all on edge.” Tiernan shakes his head.
