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“Alex and Cruz enlightened me on a few things. You men are intense and, even if I can’t know everything, I can be that person who grounds you when things go to shit. I thought I was that person. The night you got home, it was written all over you. Exhaustion, anger, frustration, so many emotions playing in your mind. But you seemed to let it all go.”
“Because of you, Rowan.”
“Yes, but your best friend was sitting in the house with a bullet wound and you didn’t tell me because you’re always worried about protecting me.”
“That will never change.”
“I may have a shaky past, but I can handle it.”
“It’s not about your fragility; it’s about keeping the darkness from seeping back into your world.”
“There will always be darkness, Ford. I can handle it because I have you.”
Shit, the woman brings me to my knees.
“I’m sorry for not sharing.”
“If this is our life, trust I can handle whatever happens.”
I brush my thumbs over her cheeks. “There is no ‘if’. This is our lives, and some things can’t be shared. But you need to know one thing. You are that person for me, Rowan. Whatever I’m dealing with, you clear the shit up just by being you.”
“Don’t shield me from your life. It hurts to think there are secrets.”
“Protecting you is ingrained deep in my soul. It’s who I am. If I can protect you from the ugliness and dangers in this world, I will.”
She studies me, the storm clearing from her eyes. “I’ll protect you, too. In any way possible.”
I run my lips across hers again, this time with no resistance. “Baby, you want to take care of my best friend, I’ll deal. But I’d be grateful if you can do that without rubbing your hands all over his chest.”
I hiss at the burning sensation stabbing my side where she’s pinched the skin. “You are incredulous.”
“I’m a jealous fucker, even over the uncle to our children.”
Her breath hitches, and she grips at my sweater. “Slip of the tongue,” she repeats the earlier sentiment.
“You’re marrying me. Get used to the idea.”
“Bossiness will not earn you any points.”
The sass in her tone has my cock hard. “Keep it up, babe.”
“We are not discussing this here.”
“You’re right. Don’t think Robbie would appreciate me fucking you on his conference room table.”
I seal my mouth over hers and drown her argument.
There’s no doubt it’s her.
Waltzing directly into the building in a skintight dress, stiletto boots, and her head held high. The screen changes to the inside, where she stops at the information desk, presents her ID, and logs into the directory.
A few minutes later, a man in a suit comes to greet her, and she flashes another ID before following him behind the secure doors.
I glance at the copy of the visitor’s log in my hand, the anger thundering in my veins.
Tera fucking Sails walked right into the jail to visit Craig Johns.
Three motherfucking times.
