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I wasn’t brave. I also wasn’t stupid. Being watched on a camera seemed way safer than being a sitting duck in the middle of the open.
Jaxon dipped his chin, but somehow, it seemed like I’d disappointed him.
He might be Rambo, but I wasn’t. I was just a silly, silly girl in love with the man next to me, hoping like hell we made it out of this, and this person was caught without anyone getting hurt.
So, no thank you, be disappointed all you want, Jaxon. No way was I putting myself in the line of fire so he could have more excitement to his job.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
BEAUX
She didn’t remember. Paige didn’t remember telling me she loved me. I knew Paige. In the last two months I knew her so well I was certain I was beginning to know her better than she knew herself.
I’d firmly believed once she remembered telling me she loved me before she passed out, she’d blush when she saw me. Or she’d bring it up and brush it off.
She did neither. She came down for breakfast acting like nothing was wrong, and even when Jaxon was talking about what he’d found at the garage, reaffirming afterward he’d increased the security system there, was planning one installed in the house, and double-checking mine this afternoon, Paige had almost seemed calm.
Too calm. Eerily, spookily, quiet and serene, which wasn’t an emotion I knew her to possess.
I was calm and laid back.
She was stressed and serious.
Type B versus Type A to the max.
While I was boiling with fury and anger and impatience, the fact she’d settled into me like we’re preparing for tea time, was more unsettling than if she’d been a nervous wreck.
There wasn’t a lot I could do. Practice would go for hours, and I needed to get going, so I pulled her out to the front porch, noticing how she scanned her front yard before looking at me.
“Don’t worry,” I said, cupping her cheeks. “Everything will be fine.”
“I know.” She grinned up at me. “I have you.”
Straight to the heart. Almost as beautiful as the other three words she said last night. The fact she obviously didn’t remember, irked me, but I wasn’t going to be a dick and bring it up. If she didn’t mean it, didn’t mean it to say it so early, I wasn’t going to add stress to her life pointing it out.
I just really fucking hoped she meant it.
My eyes searched her, looking for clues and I saw nothing.
Damn. Pain and beauty at the same time stoked the fire in my chest. All the emotions I had for her, everything I felt, pounded against me to let it out. I would. A better moment, a different time, when fear wasn’t lurking behind her hazel eyes.
“Have a good day. I’ll call you later.”
She glanced at the front door and back to me. “Sleepover at your house tonight?”
Which meant getting laid. Multiple times. Lots of places. “I’ll have Jaxon bring you over once I’m home. You going to be okay?”
“Yeah. Eventually. It’s scary, but Mike and Dad are telling me to stay home at least this week, so I’ll just be here with Melanie. Hanging out.”
“No wine,” I teased.
She made a face. “No more wine.”
“All right. I gotta get going. Kiss me.”
She rolled her eyes, but she still moved to her toes, hands on my shoulders and she leaned in. I met her halfway and covered her mouth with mine, slid my tongue into her eager mouth and devoured her. Hot, hard, and quick, when I pulled back, it took her a moment to fall back to her heels and open her eyes.
And that was when I saw it.
