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The worse off Seamus is, the worse the police might be questioning Perry.
“Barely,” Grant admits. “They’re putting him on a stretcher. The paramedics are taking him to a hospital to have him thoroughly checked out. He might be admitted for the evening so they can keep watch on him, but the moment he’s deemed healthy enough to be discharged, they’re arresting him. He’ll be under police watch while in the hospital.”
Thank God. He deserves to be arrested and thrown in jail for what he’s done. “Okay.” I nod. “What they really need to do is send him back to Ireland.”
“Seamus might have to do time here first. Then they’ll send him back. Or maybe they’ll deport him and wash their hands of him. I don’t know,” Grant says, his voice serious. “He would’ve taken you, you know. His plan was to eliminate everyone who kept him from you. Your husband and our father were blocking his way.”
A shudder moves through me and I rest a hand over my stomach almost protectively. “I think he’s mentally ill. I hope he gets help.”
I mean what I say. I want him to heal—far, far away, in Ireland. Our relationship wasn’t even that meaningful. Based on a crush that turned into a quick affair before I found out what he did to me. He still won’t take responsibility for that. He ruined everything.
I truly believe Seamus McTiernan just wants what he can’t have.
“Hey.” I turn to find my husband standing behind me and I go to him, everything inside of me going calm when he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. “Come with me. I don’t want McAsshole to see your pretty face.”
Perry pulls me into an empty conference room, the door quietly closing, shrouding us in darkness. He reaches for me once more and I go to him, clinging tightly, never wanting to let him go.
“What did the police say?” I ask, afraid of his answer.
“They just questioned me about what happened and I told them the truth. The gun was right there, lying on the floor. They bagged it for evidence.”
A shiver moves through me at the mention of a gun. “What if he would’ve shot you?”
“Oh trust me, wife. I thought about that. I decided to take the risk anyway.” I glance up at him, barely able to see his handsome features because of the dark room, but I can still make out his eyes. And how they’re gleaming at me. “You took a risk too, that day you hurled soup in his face. It paid off. So did mine.”
“I love you, Perry.” I do. So much. How lucky am I to have this man in my life? Wanting to be with me, take care of me, protect me.
“I love you, Charlotte.” He kisses me, his warm lips and seeking tongue making me melt. “You’re the most important thing in my life. You and our baby.”
He rests his hand on my stomach, caressing me there and I can’t help it.
I start to cry yet again.
“Aw, wife. Not the tears.” He sounds in complete misery and I laugh.
While still crying.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, shaking my head. God, I’m a blubbering mess. “I can’t help it. My hormones are out of whack.”
“That’s okay, baby.” He rubs his hand up and down my back in comfort. “I got you.”
I know he does.
That’s what I’m counting on.
Epilogue
Perry
Ilean againstthe doorjamb, slipping my hands in my pockets as Doja winds her way around my legs, meowing at me in warning. She’s rather overprotective of this room—and who it belongs to. She even hissed at Charlotte’s father when he tried to enter earlier.
Luckily enough, I witnessed the moment and thought it was pretty damn hilarious, though I did my best not to laugh out loud. Jasper struggled as well, though he kept his expression neutral the entire time.
I saw the joy dancing in his gaze, though. Pretty sure he doesn’t miss working at the Lancaster residence.
Charlotte sits in a rocking chair in our baby’s nursery, cradling our son to her breast. He eats noisily, his rosebud lips tugging on her nipple. Reed is a greedy little thing, waving his little hand in the air in almost triumph as he feasts. My wife reaches out, tracing his tiny fist with her index finger, her gaze thoughtful.
“You’re staring,” she says, though she’s not even looking at me. She’s mentioned that before a time or two, since we first were forced together, and I wonder if I’ll ever get over how entranced I am by my wife.
