The word kept going through Hawk’s head as he drove through the busy streets toward home. He flexed his shoulders to try and ease some of the tension settling right between his shoulder blades. Watching Brett’s every movement had kept them both on red-alert. Having to leave the hospital, with him...
It was ten o’clock, and the hospital parking lot was close to capacity already. Caleb scanned every shadow between the cars. Nothing moved. But then they wouldn’t know if anything was there until Miranda and Juliet emerged into the sunlight. Trying to keep both of them covered was a fucking night...
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Dusk had settled across the slice of sky she could see from the bedroom window, turning it a deep, powdery periwinkle. “What time is it?” she croaked even as her hand cupped the back of his head, encouraging him to continue what he was doing. “It’s almost nine,” he murmured. He nuzzled her breast...