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She stared into his eyes. “Do you believe that?”
“Not in the least. It’s the opposite, as far as I’m concerned. Loving you has given me more of a reason to fight my way back to you.” He skimmed his fingertip down her throat to her pulse throbbing at the base. “And believe me, I will fight like hell. Every. Single. Day.”
“Oh, Bryson. You make the world a better place. You makemyworld a better place.”
They shared a long look and then a tender kiss.
“When we get to base, I have something to share with everyone. But I want to tell you first.”
He opened his mouth to ask more, but she cut across him.
“And I want to do it when I’m not half naked.”
With a smile, he pushed off her. She twisted into a sitting position and they both began righting their clothes, bumping elbows and reaching across each other for garments in the tight confines of the back seat.
Once they were dressed, he climbed out first and assisted her to the ground with his hands around her middle. She only got to take a step toward the passenger door before he pinned her against the side of the vehicle and kissed her again.
Her soft moan of surrender was the only thing he ever needed to hear again. When he was too old and forced to give up the good fight, he’d have the best thing in life still in his arms.
When they finally got on the road, he kept shooting her glances.
“I feel you’re holding something back.” He swallowed hard. “Is it about Kelsey?”
She nodded. “The forensics came back on the knife under the carpet.”
“It’s about damn time. You’ve been healed for a month.”
She nodded and reached for his hand. He twined their fingers. “They took apart the handle of the knife. And you’re right—it was military issue.”
His heart throbbed. “Go on.”
“Inside the hilt were several DNA samples. Including Kelsey’s and Caden’s.”
He compressed his lips and after a long heartbeat, gave a nod. “I knew as much.”
“Two more samples were found on that knife.”
He directed his attention from the road and settled his gaze on her. “Tell me.”
“The couple from the cabin that Rafe and Zoe found.”
His lips parted and he let out the air he’d been holding inside for far too long when it came to this mystery. “So we’re right. The couples’ deaths are connected. Our other question is why would he ditch that knife under the carpet? It’s almost as if he wanted it found. He wants to show off.”
She squeezed his hand tighter. “Unfortunately, it looks that way. I’ll be spending a lot more time analyzing this guy, but all things point to there being a serial killer on the loose in the mountains.”
Smoke curled up from the firepit. The rich scent of pine and hot dogs roasting over the flames wafted to Tripp, causing his stomach to growl.
He rubbed a hand over his abs. “Hey, Zoe!” he called. “Quit hogging that hot dog stick!”
The blonde swung around to look at him. “It’s a marshmallow stick at the moment, Tripp. And I just might hang on to it a while longer since you didn’t buy the jumbo marshmallows that are my favorite. Rafe, honey? Didn’t you give Tripp a direct order to get the jumbos?”
Rafe moved to Zoe’s side and wrapped an arm around her. “I did. But don’t worry, I’ll just add more time onto his latrine duty.”
Tripp groaned. “Any way I can get out of that?”
“Nope.” Rafe shot him a grin.
Zoe went on tiptoe to whisper something in his ear.
