Ian walked away when their kiss became heated. Pratt pulled away and leaned her head on Highlander’s chest.
“I love you, Joe. I’m glad you chose me.”
“Always and forever, lass. You are my croie!”
“I know. I just always feel embarrassed when my family’s crimes come up and get afraid it’s going to cost you friends or issues with your work.”
Highlander looked into Pratt’s eyes. “Lass, ye are the most honest and honorable woman I know, asides from my mum. Anyone who spends a few moments with ye would know that too. All one has to do is see ye in action, then they would get rid of any and all doubts in regard to ye harming anyone, unless he’s a bad guy or threatening our bairns.”
“Or a ho trying to steal you.”
Highlander chuckled and hugged his wife tightly. “Aye, that’s true my bloodthirsty wrench.”
“Plus being here, around others in the lifestyle you love, I worry that because certain things are on my hard limits that you’ll get…”
“Ye finish that sentence, lass, and that sexy arse of yours will become red later. I don’t care that public scenes are a hard limit. That sexy arse is for me and only me. Ye screams, ye orgasms, and ye other yummies are all mine. The rest, it’s not a need for me either. Ye satisfy me in every way, inside and outside the bedroom. Trust me, lass, ye turn me on more than ye could ever know. Like ye told Candy, hearing ye voice, thinking about ye, even being around ye gets me fucking hard as steel.”
Pratt looked into her husband’s eyes, seeing the truth in them. Nodding, she started to look down until his finger on her chin stopped her movement.
“Just remember lass, ye do let me restrain ye hands now and then. I am not worried about ye feet. The blindfold isn’t a must for me, and I understand why ye don’t like it. I fucking love looking into ye eyes and seeing the desire in them.”
Pratt looked at him, smiling softly then leaned her head down onto his chest. Taking a big gulp of air, “I admit I’m curious about the St. Andrews cross, but I can’t do it in front of people. People watching me like that, much less being naked, hell even semi dressed, scares the living hell out of me.”
“Then we find a club that is private and would have one inside of a private room. We explore that curiosity. I would never do anything that harms or embarrasses ye.”
“I know. I love you!”
“I love ye too, lass. To infinity and beyond.”
“To infinity and beyond.”
“Let’s go back inside, finish finding these arseholes.”
As they walked back inside, Pratt’s phone beeped. “Holy mother fucking son-of-a-fucking biscuit eater.”
“What lass?” Highlander asked concerned.
“We need to get inside, now!”
Pratt rushed back inside once Ian had let them into the building. Phone in hand, she ran over to Brody.
“I need you to trace a number when it calls me. Are you able to do that?”
“You just insulted me. I thought we were cool.”
“Dude, I will take that pastry you’re eating and shove it up your ass. Can you or not?” Pratt asked again, panic setting in.
“Lass?” Highlander asked, his concern growing.
“Someone just text me from an unknown number demanding to speak to me.”
“Okay, but we get a lot of those during a case…” York started.
“Yes, but on our work cells, not on our personal cells. Our business cards only have our work cells and our desk numbers on them.”
When Pratt let that information out, Alpha Squad stood at attention at the same time Larry, Gene, Highlander and his SEAL team did.
Alvarez looked around the room at the group standing up glancing around at each other in worry. “Something tells me that’s not normal.”
