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On some subjects we’re so in sync it’s almost weird, and with others—like movie selections—we’re like oil and water, but that somehow only makes me like him more.
“Cupcake, the plot is fantastic, the action phenomenal, and have youseenGerard Butler,” he retorts, eyes wide as he throws his hands up at his sides and I laugh. He does have a point there.
“Fine, we can watch that after I’ve finished baking, but only because you’ve enticed me with Gerard Butler,” I say with a smirk, watching as he squints at me, trying to decide if that makes him jealous or not. I can practically hear his thoughts, like he’s trying to think of a different movie with less attractive people in it.
Before he can reply, his cell pings in quick succession, and he immediately reaches for the device to see the incoming messages.
His stern face is back in place instantly, Killer Benji taking over as he assesses what’s coming through. I’ve come to learn that the only contact he has when that cell phone goes off is work related; my case and my safety. And he takes it very seriously, which only makes my heart skip a beat once more.
I’m so lost in this man it should be embarrassing, but I’m beyond caring.
“Featherstone has the club owners,” he murmurs, and I’m not sure if he’s just talking out loud or to me, but when he lifts his gaze from the cell phone, I immediately connect the dots.
“Wait,theclub?” I ask, needing clarification as my heart begins to go crazy in my chest. He nods in response and a wave of relief washes over me.
Holy fuck.
He wasn’t joking when he said this would all be taken care of.
His phone pings again, and an almost-sadistic grin takes over his face. “Do I even want to know what that look is for?” I ask, putting down my piping bag and making my way toward him.
“Uh, it’s an image that was sent through, but you’re not going to want to see it,” he states, placing his cell down on the table. My brows knit together in confusion. He must sense the unease in me because he clarifies. “I’m more than happy to tell you what it was a picture of, but you’re really not going to want to look at it.”
I tilt my head to the side, looking at him intently before I nod. “Tell me,” I murmur, far too curious to let it rest, and he swipes a hand down his face before he sits tall and meets my gaze.
“Wade’s dead.”
Two words.
Nine letters.
One meaning.
And my soul shatters and repairs itself all in one go. The fear that gripped my body, pain that could have scarred me for life, it all filters away at the sound of Benji’s voice. His words have made me whole again, but he’s right, I wouldn’t want to see the picture.
“Thank you,” I whisper, trying to get a handle on my emotions as he shakes his head at me.
“It wasn’t me, Cupcake, remember? I was here, with my cock buried in your ass and your cries of pleasure playing as the background music,” he says with a chuckle as he rises to his feet, wrapping his arms around me in an embrace I didn’t know I needed.
But he did.
In less than a week, this man seems to know me better than I know myself.
“Now we’re just waiting on the hitman and then you’re completely safe,” he murmurs in my ear, a mixture of emotions running through my mind at the realization.
“Oh,” I mumble, moving to lean back, but he holds me in place, searching my eyes.
“Whyoh?” he asks, placing his finger under my chin to keep my eyes fixed on his.
“Where will you go once this is all over?” My nerves zap through my veins, my heart lurching in my chest as I wait with bated breath for his response.
I watch as his brows knit in confusion, but he responds honestly, as always. “I’m currently set up in Ohio.” His thumb drags across my bottom lip, his gaze flicking between my mouth and my eyes, until I see a flash of understanding wash over him. “Nate, once this is all over and done with, I’m taking your fine ass on the best date of your life. And I don’t care if that’s in Ohio, or New York, or Timbuk-fucking-tu.”
I can't help but grin at him, relaxing into his hold as he confirms he’s on the same page as me. This is the most bizarre situation, but it’s ours all the same, and I’m clinging to it.
“Oh yeah?” I mutter, wrapping my arms around his neck as I watch him smile.
“Oh yeah,” he repeats, edging closer until our lips are almost touching. That’s the moment the room fills with the grating sound of a blaring siren and I jump, my hands flying up to cover my ears.
