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I leaned forward. “Who’s your source, Li?”
He scowled. Obviously, he didn’t want to tell me, but for now, I was the boss. That would change some day. I was sure of it. Michael wasn’t a guy who would ever take permanent orders from anyone else. “Justin.” Well…I’d be damned.
I ended our conversation and checked all the doors. There was security everywhere outside, but just in case, I always did.
I walked quietly through the house Layla had decorated so it was comfortable yet also beautiful. It was our home. I was never leaving it. Well…unless she wanted to.
Papers were strewn on her desk as I checked the back door. Designs she was doing for our wines. The ones we’d never sell because they weren’t yet good enough. Almost there but not yet.
I stopped in the doorway of our bedroom. She lay there, Noah attached to her breast, his eyes closed as he fed in his sleep. His little baby breaths filling the room with sound. Her eyes were closed as well as she leaned to the side. But she wasn’t sleeping. She rested while she nursed, but she never fell asleep.
I’d always know if she was. There had never been a time I hadn’t been able to tell when my wife was asleep.
Her eyes flew open, and the smile she gave me melted my heart. “Ezekiel. Come back to bed.”
“I am.” I climbed in on my side, placing my hand on Noah’s back. Our honeymoon baby. I kissed the back of his neck to get his baby smell, his dark hair a mess, even in the low light. Poor kid. It was going to be a long road to get that hair manageable.
Oh, how I loved him. And his mama.
“How is Michael?”
I lifted my eyes to hers. She hadn’t heard. But she knew. Layla never missed anything. Even how much I loved her when I hadn’t been able to admit it. I almost lost everything.
“Don’t think about that.”
She never missed a thing. I sighed. “I can tell you now or in the morning, princess.”
Layla took my hand in hers. We held our palms together, over our son’s small body, as he took what he needed. I understood him. I needed her to survive, too. She was why I existed.
“In the morning.”
There would be time to explain it. I watched her feed Noah. She was the love of my life. I was undeserving of her. But she was mine. My redhead. The only one. As far as I was concerned.
My one. My only.
Thankyou so much for reading Layla and Zeke’s story. I hoped you loved them. They are some of my favorite characters ever. Hope and Max’s story is available for purchase now. What is Hope to do when she discovered she once ruined a man’s life and she had no idea about it? What is she supposed to do when he is also the most handsome man she’s ever seen?
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Bridget will get a book after that. And we’ll see if Justin has a redemption story in him…
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REDHEADED REDEMPTION
To Jennie Wilson, for being my friend since the day I stepped foot in Austin.
INTRODUCTION
Author’s Note and Trigger Warning
In the whole of my career, I haven’t written a lot of trigger warnings for my books. There is a lot of controversy about them, which I won’t go into here. But this is a strange year in which I find myself writing, and people have enough pain. I don’t want anyone stumbling upon this book, reading it, and having the love story make anything harder for them. Because of this, I’m going to suggest if you’re a person who gets triggered by reading dark content—like a past history of rape—then you shouldn’t read this book. Skip it. Go no further. Return it. Don’t read it. The heroine has been through some stuff. The hero is not responsible for the pain in her past, and what happens to her happened off screen. However, she will recount her experiences. If you can’t read that kind of content, please don’t read this book.
This is a standalone novel in a series of standalone novels. You do nothaveto read Hope’s story. Layla and Bridget have not been through the kind of experiences Hope has been through. You can read Layla inRedhead on the Run, skipRedheadedRedemption, and pick back up just fine with Bridget inReal Men Love Redheads.
I thank you for your understanding.
Also, I made up a country in this book. It is not meant to be representative of any real country, but rather a compilation of many actual places and entirely unique on its own. Please don’t place political meanings where there are none or assume I’m really talking about an actual place.
