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“Home,” I whispered.
“Yes, baby girl, I’m coming home to you.”
I closed my eyes, and tears streaked down my cheek. “Home,” I whispered. Greer had told me not to worry, but I couldn’t stop. Hearing Murphy’s voice was the only thing that calmed me.
“Tatum,” he called. His tone was serious, and my eyes snapped open.
“What is it? Did something happen?”
Murphy sighed. “We did what we came to do, but it’s not over. I’ll explain more when I get home, but things aren’t going to go back to normal yet, baby girl. I’m sorry.”
“But they will, right? Whatever happened, you guys can fix it.” I had one hundred percent faith in Murphy and the Banachi family.
“Yes, Tatum. I promised to keep you safe, which hasn’t changed. It’s just going to take a little bit longer until we get to the bottom of everything.”
This was my life.
I signed up for this when I fell in love with Murphy six years ago.
I knew all the dangers that came with loving him, and all the love and joy ahead of us far outweighed the danger.
“I love you, Murphy Banks, and whatever is to come, I’m ready for it.”
He sighed softly. “God dammit, Tatum. My heart claimed you all those years ago, and all that’s changed is I love you more today than I did yesterday.”
“Come home to me, Murphy.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jada
The bell above the door dinged, and I looked up from my phone. A red-haired woman in a tan pantsuit walked in with dark sunglasses over her eyes. “Hi,” I called, “we’re a couple of minutes from closing. Feel free to browse for a minute; otherwise, you can come back tomorrow morning.”
I was not about to stay late. I was ready for my day off tomorrow and was starting it the minute the clock struck seven.
The woman nodded at me and pushed her sunglasses on top of her head. “I was just looking for a book for my brother.”
“Oh, uh, well, is he into anything particular?” I asked.
Her back was to me, and she trailed her fingers over the books on the table by the door. “A little bit of this, a little bit of that,” she shrugged. “I was hoping you could help me, Jada.”
“Uh, do I know you?” I asked. Many regulars came to the bookstore and knew my name while I didn’t know theirs, but this woman didn’t look familiar.
She shook her head and slowly turned toward me.
My stomach dropped to my feet as she raised her arm and pointed a gun at me. “You don’t know me, but I have a feeling you and I are going to become really close. Lock the door, and don’t do anything stupid.”
