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“Where is everybody?” Anna asked as she walked through the front door.
Gate leaned back in the leather club chair he’d commandeered at the beginning of the night and took another sip of whiskey. “I sent them home.”
Anna stopped and pulled the cloak a little more securely around herself. “You okay?”
Gate studied the amber liquid in the glass. “No. I’m not.”
Anna’s stepped out of her heels and padded through the den toward him on bare feet. “Wanna talk about it?”
“I could have killed him.”
Anna’s brows rose, “Who are we talking about?”
Gate smirked, “Nearly twenty years I’ve led this club, and I’ve never wanted to murder one of my own brothers with my bare hands. Until tonight.”
“Oh,” Anna breathed out. She dropped to the couch opposite him. “I’m not sure what to say.”
Gate studied her and smirked. “Not your place to have to say anything. This is me and my own shit. You were doing your job, and I knew how it was gonna go. Hell, I helped plan it.” Gate set his glass on the end table and leaned forward, reaching across the divide to hold Anna’s hand. “And it wasn’t jealousy. I know Nine wouldn’t move on you like that. But I was fucking terrified something would happen to you when I’ve just gotten you back.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Gate,” Anna whispered, squeezing his hand.
“I know. Most beautiful woman in the world, and you chose me.”
“I’ll always choose you.”
“Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Right now, I want a shower and sleep.”
Gate nodded, “We can do that.”
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Anna
By the time I’d washed off the makeup and put up my hair, steam billowed from the shower, so I dropped my robe and stepped inside.
I’d lost Gate somewhere along the trek up the stairs, and even though I wanted to curl up with him in bed like a cat, I couldn’t deny needing a minute to get myself together.
Honestly, he’d taken everything that had gone down tonight better than I expected. He’d let me do my job. He hadn’t interfered or given me grief about it, and if he wanted to murder Nine, he’d held it tight and not let on.
The shower door opened, and a chilled glass of wine appeared before me with Gate following.
“Thought you could use it,” Gate said, offering the glass.
I took it from him and sipped, my fingers leaving prints in the condensation. “You know me well,” I smiled.
Gate took the glass from me and set in on one of the interior shelves that just so happened to be the perfect size for holding a glass of emergency wine. Or morning coffee. Whichever the case may be.
He squeezed shower gel onto my pouf and turned me so that he had my back.
“That feels sogood,” I said as he started to wash.
“I got you something,” he said.
I grinned and peeked over my shoulder, “You got me a present?”
He shrugged, “Wouldn’t call it a present exactly.”
