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But then they pause in front of me, dropping their boot-clad feet to the pavement. And I can't pull my gaze away even if I wanted to. It's like they're unlocking some sort of kink I didn't know I had. Something about the coordinated move with the same look. It's giving me sharing is caring vibes.
“Oh my god, he's walking over here! I'm going to have a heart attack. You guys better delete my kindle history when I die, okay?”
He nods as if he understands. “Sometimes it takes getting lost to find yourself.”
If I built my own thing, who knows where it would be and how long that would take. Plus, it would eat away at the time I spend with Hunter too. That kid is a bright spot for all of us. Silas tells everyone that Hunter saved his life, but I'm inclined to think he saved us all.
Straight into a pair of brown eyes so dark and deep that I could trip and drown in them. I had fallen into them. Once. Years ago, surrounded by sand and summer breeze. I dove headfirst, utterly captivated by her. It's her. The one from the beach. My girl.
I'm pretty sure I gave my virginity to the vice president of the Reapers on the beach eight years ago.
It was because she'd made me feel alive. She probably saved my goddamn life that night.
I walk toward the kitchen, pausing between the two of them. “Should I get Nana Jo's yardstick? There's one in the pantry.” I glance at both of them with an arched brow. As expected, they stop glaring at one another. Instead, switching those neutral sort of expressions to me. I wave my hand around a little, indicating the space between them. “You know, so you guys can measure your dicks and then work through . . . whatever this is.”
Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose, is a man who's protecting his world. That man will bend every rule, cross every line, and burn the fucking world down to protect the people he loves. And I think I could love Evangeline Carter.
His free hand cups my jaw and gently turns my face back to his. His expression is drawn tight, as serious as I've ever seen him. “Let me put a label on it for you then, baby. You're mine, yeah? I don't care what you call me. Your boyfriend, your man, your fucking husband. It's all the same to me, as long as you know I'm yours.”
I brush my lips across hers and whisper, “I've missed you, Evangeline. I've spent the last eight years dreaming of the way you taste.” Her mouth parts and she exhales my name, like it's a prayer. “Lincoln.”
Bane slams his hand down on the desk, startling the receptionist enough to garner her attention. “I'm her motherfucking husband. So why don't you tell me where the fuck my wife is.”
