Chapter 7
Savage Attire
I can’t stop smiling as we pull into the Seminole compound, and Hale’s goofy grin exudes mine.
“I want to marry you as soon as possible.”
“Let’s plan it out a little,” I chuckle.
“Here’s a plan. We show up at Clay’s office, and he pronounces us husband and wife.”
I laugh at his eagerness, and then I shake my head as I lean against him.
“Why the rush?” I muse as he climbs out of the car, and he swishes around to open the door for me.
My still-too-sexy wardrobe draws some instant attention as the stiletto boots almost reach my knees on top of the white leather pants with the blood red shirt that wraps around my breasts and not much more.
“Well, for one, your new wardrobe has everyone ready to steal you away from me,” he teases.
I roll my eyes at the unwanted attention, and I lean into him a little more as his arm wraps around me.
“I have to make time to go shopping,” I grouse, and he laughs a little harder.
“Let’s do this right now. Clay would love nothing more than to marry us first thing this morning.”
“Clay has a lot on his mind right now. It’s not like I’m going anywhere,” I casually release, and I feel his body tense up as Brazen’s face comes into view.
He’s standing outside with a group of men looking over what appears to a large screen made into the steel table. They’re all studying it very intensely, and Brazen looks up to catch my eyes. His pale beauties hold a sadness I know I’ve caused. His slight wince is no doubt due to the obvious reconciliation I’ve shared with Hale, and he looks back down to rejoin the quiet conversation.
“I hope not,” Hale mumbles.
“You hope I’m not going anywhere?” I ask softly, and I feel his body get even stiffer.
His lips tighten in a way that answers my question without actually answering me. I can feel his anxiety forming over his skin as it materializes and strikes him in the heart.
“Hale, I’m not,” I utter sincerely while forcing him to stop and face me. “I said yes. I’m going to marry you unless you decide you don’t want me anymore.”
“We know that will never be an issue,” he murmurs with such a pitiful tone.
“I love you, and I prefer cocky Hale.”
He rolls his eyes while stifling a grin, and then his lips claim mine with no remorse for the man I’ve left heartbroken.
“Then marry cocky Hale right now,” he pushes.
“I’ll marry cocky Hale very, very soon. Right now I want to review the security footage again. I think I figured something out.”
“Fine,” he says with mock frustration, and I smirk as he pulls my hand in his.
Brazen’s eyes stay glued to the screen mounted inside the table as we walk up, and Hale steps up beside two men we barely know.
“What’s going on?” he asks curiously.
“Cheyenne,” Brazen says very softly.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“She shouldn’t be here. This is for high-ranked officers only,” a man snarks. “Leave us, girl.”
