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I lower her to the ground, and she gives me a small smile before heading back toward the deputy.
“You can follow my car to the station. I doubt she’ll have to spend more than an hour there before we get this cleared up.” She offers me a small smile before leading Savannah toward the car.
“Can I sit in the front seat this time at least? You know, since I’m really not a criminal and all,” Savannah asks her hopefully as I trail behind them.
“As long as you don’t tell my boss. He isn’t thrilled with me.”
“Shhh. It will be our little secret.” She gives me a wink over her shoulder before opening the door and climbing in. “You’re going to follow behind us, right?”
“Of course. I’m going to make sure we get you out of this mess. And then I’m going to chain you to my bed for a few days.”
“I heard that!” Flores yells across the roof of the car before climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.
I give her a quick salute, then lean into the car and give Savannah a chaste kiss on the lips before stepping back.
“Being chained to the bed isn’t so bad,” Savannah giggles just as Flores pulls off.
EPILOGUE
SAVANNAH
SIX MONTHS LATER
Ipeek out of the bedroom and notice the bathroom door is still closed. Hell yeah! Brooks is still in the shower. I know he told me to stay in bed and not move a muscle, but the pregnancy cravings are nothing to mess around with. Last night, I demanded he drive into town and get me a bear claw from my favorite bakery and beef jerky. He grumbled and complained the entire time, but I know he secretly enjoys it. Taking care of me is one of his favorite things to do. The other is fuck me, which he hasn’t been able to do as much as he’d like.
Maybe I can make it down the stairs and back before he finishes his shower.I tiptoe past the door and ease my way down the stairs.
He’s going to lose it when he notices I moved from my spot on the bed. My lips curl up at the corners slightly as I think about my punishment for getting caught. Punishment might not be the right word, especially since most of the time I enjoy it, but so does Brooks. His need to ensure my safety drives him to the point of obsession. He wants to know where I am, who I’m with, and what I’m doing. But I’m okay with it. I love knowing how much he cares about me. I just love getting punished more.
“Shit, I forgot how hard this was,” I mumble as my hand supports my lower back and I pause my descent down the stairs.
It was probably wishful thinking to hope that I’d make it down the stairs quickly. Being almost six months pregnant with our twin girls slows me down. I can barely make it down the stairs without needing to take a break. Brooks promised to knock me up on that first day we spent together, and he’s a man of his word.
He promised me he’d protect me from Hunter and his friends, and he did. Not only was Hunter charged with trying to extort money from Brooks, but they also charged him with a whole slew of other charges: falsifying a police report, endangering a minor…and my favorite, embezzlement. The “trouble” he had at work was that he almost got caught stealing millions of dollars from them. They’d been trying to nail him down on charges, but they couldn’t seem to get enough evidence. It seems he was using his connections at the mob for a little more than we thought.
Once he was arrested, he started singing like a canary. Hunter made a deal and is probably hiding out on a deserted island somewhere. I wish he’d had to pay for everything he put me through, but if I’m being honest, I’m just glad it’s over. Everyone who belonged in jail is behind bars, and I’m happy up here in the mountains with my personal mountain man.
“You’d better get your butt back up the stairs before I put you over my knee.”
“Promise?” I giggle, leaning back against Brooks’s chest. “Your daughters wanted some pickles and vanilla ice cream.”
“I don’t understand how you can eat all these crazy concoctions and not want to puke.” Brooks makes a gagging sound beside my ear.
“I’m sorry,” I sob, dropping my face into my hands.
Not only are the pregnancy cravings getting the best of me, but my emotions are just as unpredictable. I can go from crying like a baby to being so angry I can’t see straight.
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. You can eat as many pickles and bowls of vanilla ice cream as you want. Hell, I’ll buy a farm so they can make ice cream just for you.”
Brooks scoops me into his arms, and I bury my nose in his chest. I know I must weigh a ton by now, but he still carries me around the house as if I weigh nothing.
“Just sit right here. Maria is coming over in a few minutes with tamales from her grandmother for dinner.”
My mouth instantly waters at the thought of those tamales. Maria, a.k.a. Deputy Flores, has become a great friend after I stopped wanting to claw her eyes out for flirting with Brooks. Besides, her grandmother owns the Mexican restaurant in town, and they make the best tamales, another recent pregnancy craving.
“The newest episode ofDancing With the Starsis waiting for you.” Brooks gently sets me down on the couch before grabbing the remote from the coffee table and putting it in my hand.
“You’re too good to me.”
