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It had been five years. Five years since they talked, five years since he felt her body under his, five years since she’d nearly died in front of him. And yet it felt like yesterday.
But the eyes, those sea witch eyes, were the same.
If she were to think about how she got herself into this mess, she could pinpoint the exact second she’d set off down this path. When Xavier Saint had walked out on her.
No one had lived up to him. Waverly cursed the memory of Xavier Saint,
“Who are you?” Waverly flashed a grin. “I made a couple of spy movies,” she said.
She was slowly reaching for the gun she had tucked under the magazine at her side when he spoke. “Nice rehab, Angel.”
“You’re wasting your time here. I got over you a long time ago, Saint.” The noise he made was somewhere between a growl and purr. “I never got over you. And I finally gave up trying.”
“Angel, I am security.”
“Did I hurt you, Angel?” His hands were suddenly gentle, his voice soft. Yes. She wanted to shout it through tears. Yes, he’d hurt her. He’d destroyed her, and just looking at that gorgeous face was killing her now.
“I plan to help Waverly out of whatever trouble she’s gotten herself into and then I’m going to marry her.”
Walking out on you was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life. And I’ve been sorry for it every day since. I’ve never gotten over you, even when I tried. I’m done trying to forget you. And I’m not going to stop doing whatever it takes to win you back.”
“I never stopped loving you. I fell for you when you tossed me in the pool, and I have never, not even for a single second since, stopped loving you. You are it for me Waverly Sinner, and the sooner you face it, the easier it will be for both of us.”
with a hard-on like a Redwood.”
With nothing else to do but keep Xavier up late, she shut down her laptop, turned on the TV, and picked a fight.
Waverly Sinner was no one’s victim anymore.
You want to put cards on the table, stand up.” Waverly stood up and jutted her chin up at him. “What are you going to do? Fight me?”
“I plan to marry your daughter as soon as I can convince her to give me a second chance.”
“What’s under your jacket?” he asked. “My wallet,” she said casually. She didn’t want to find out what his reaction would be to her carrying a loaded .38 into a club.
It was in her DNA to crave him.
“Baby, wake up. We have to talk.” “We’re not getting married, X,” she yawned. “Yes, we are. But that’s not what we have to talk about.”
The love of his life was telling him she was a spy.
“By the way, this wasn’t a fluke or a one-night stand or a mistake. We’re back together,” he announced and slammed the door on any denial she tried to throw his way.
Sinner and Saint, he thought wryly. If that wasn’t the perfect definition of their relationship, he didn’t know what was.
The point isn’t to get through life unscathed. It’s to throw yourself into it and experience every drop of it. Get scarred, get scared, soar high, love whenever possible.”
He’d called his sister Chelsea “bratstorm” since they were both kids,
His future wife was a spy, and his sister was a freaking hacker.
Was this how she showed her love? By caretaking?
She loved him. She’d never stopped loving him. And wasn’t that hard to swallow?
just her physical presence reminded him of why he was doing it. He loved her so fiercely he was willing to sacrifice it all.
“You make me feel so angry and so possessive I can’t see straight,” he murmured into her tangle of hair. “You make me so everything, X.”
Their talk tonight was also going to involve her reckless willingness to become a target.
Xavier had been there catching her when she fell, chasing her when she ran, and holding her when she stopped.
I wanted to be your equal, not your dependent.”
“You’re going to be a great dad someday.” “If I were Grigory, I would have shot the bastard.”
Nothing had ever been easy for them. Every step forward was a hard-fought battle.
He wanted to be the one to give her everything, to make her laugh, to make her smile,
He wanted to be her everything.
For better or horrible, her heart belonged to Xavier Saint.
“I love you, Xavier Saint. Even more now. And even more every damn day. You’re my protector, my partner, my heart.”
“We’re getting married.” “You’re insane,” she laughed. “Say it. Say you’ll marry me.” “When this is all over, if you still want to, yes. I’ll marry you.”
“You are my heart and my center. Nothing means what it should without you. I want to build a life with you. I want to wake up holding you every damn day of my forever. I want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Normal, kids, maybe a couple of sloppy dogs. I want to spend the rest of my life making love to you every chance I get because I will never have enough of you.”
“And you’re mine.” “I’ve always been yours,” she said, finally forming the words she needed him to hear. “Even when we were stupid and stubborn and scared.”
