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“I’m sorry, Shelby.” He stroked his hand down her back. “I wanted you to want to be with me for me. Not for a memory you couldn’t quite remember.
She leaned her forehead against his chest. “I want to be mad at you.”
He chuckled. “But you can’t because I make you laugh.”
“And you protect me.” She curled her fingers into his shirt. “Promise me you won’t keep information from me again.”
“Deal,” he said and swept her up into his arms to carry her back to the bed, where he held her in his arms.
“Remy?” She trailed her fingers across his chest.
“Yes?”
“Would you have come back to Bayou Mambaloa if my sister hadn’t called you?” Shelby asked.
“Absolutely. I wanted to stay when I was here last, but I had a job to go to. I wasn’t sure how I’d come home again. Fortunately, Hank had it in mind to set up the Bayou Brotherhood Protectors and wanted me to do it.” Remy smiled. “He didn’t have to ask me twice. I was coming home even if I had to quit and find some other job.”
“I’m glad you came home,” Shelby whispered as she closed her eyes and snuggled against him.
“What about your no-strings rule?” Remy asked.
She sighed. “I might have to revisit that rule. For tonight, I don’t have the energy or inclination to think about it.”
“Sleep, sweetheart,” he said. “We can conquer the world tomorrow.”
“That’s right. We have to find the boat that rammed mine. If it is the one Ethan had that evening, then we can bring him in for questioning and find out who he’s working with.” Shelby yawned. “I’m ready to be done with this. I don’t much like being a target.”
“I don’t like that you’re a target either. The boat that almost hit us tonight came too close for my comfort.”
“Mine, too.” She laid her hand on his chest. “We should get those deadbolts installed tomorrow.”
“We will,” he said.
Beyond tired, Shelby slipped into a deep sleep. Tomorrow they’d find who was responsible for the troubles and end this nightmare.
Chapter 14
The following day, Remy was up before Shelby had breakfast made and coffee brewing by the time she stumbled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, wrapped in a bathrobe and nothing else.
She walked into his arms and leaned her cheek against his naked chest. “I like it when you cook in jeans and nothing else.”
“I like this robe. But you know what I like better? When you wear nothing at all.” He untied the sash and slipped his hands beneath to touch her skin and feather his fingers around her waist to cup her ass.
He lifted her onto the kitchen table and stepped between her legs.
She reached for the button on his jeans, released it and rode the zipper down with her fingers.
It didn’t take much to get Remy hard when it came to Shelby’s body and her hands… Oh, those hands.
She worked his cock until it was so hard he could hammer nails. She reached into the robe pocket, pulled out a condom and smiled. “Whatcha got cooking?”
“You, baby.” When he reached for the packet, she pulled it away.
“No, really. Whatcha got cooking?”
He glanced over her shoulder to the stove. “Nothing. I just finished frying the bacon. The burners are off.”
“In that case…” She tore open the packet and rolled the condom over his engorged staff. “I’ve never done it on a table.”
