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I nod and he turns away. “I’ll get you the tapes,” Blake says when Reese is out of hearing range. “But my opinion of Elijah is the same as yours. Not good. He could have found out the truth himself. He didn’t want to find it.”
I consider Blake’s words and then replay Carrie’s assessment of Tabitha’s story. “Unless he never knew about Mick at all,” I say. “Something doesn’t fit and we can’t believe anything Tabitha said.”
“Well, the recordings solve that issue if that’s the case,” Savage interjects.
“Yes,” Blake agrees. “I think he’ll want a place to project his anger and if you’re the only one around that means you and Carrie. Sleep on this tonight. Let me do some more fact gathering. I’ll be here for coffee in the morning and I’ll know more about Mick and Tabitha.”
My need to be with my fiancée right now makes me far more easily agreeable than normal. I part ways with the Walker crew and call Gabe on my way to the elevator. Once he knows the plans, I waste no time making my way to our apartment. I enter to find Carrie on the couch with our cat in her lap. She kisses Kesha, which is absolutely adorable and sets her on the cushion before standing up. I can’t explain how watching my future wife kiss a cat brings me to my knees, but it does. I love this woman. I will protect her at all costs.
“Is Reese okay?” she asks as I cross to join her.
“He’s worried about us,” I say. “Blake is updating us in the morning.”
She rushes toward me and those are all the words I have left. The minute she’s in my arms, I kiss her, drinking her in, needing the taste of her on my tongue. I need and need and right now; her in my arms, her on my tongue, her naked and me inside her.
Elijah—gone.
I need that man gone.
And soon, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
He will be gone.
Chapter one hundred four
Reid
I’m angry with Carrie.
I don’t realize just how much until I’m kissing her, standing here in the foyer of our apartment with her and that damn adorable little cat, now like my family. We’re good, really damn good together, and that means she needs to fucking stay safe, not poke the bitch of a bear that is anything Elijah, or tonight, Tabitha.
I press her against the door, my legs caging hers, hands at her waist. “You, woman, need to learn to listen. I didn’t even want you to be down there with Tabitha and what did you do? You pushed her.”
“She deserved to be pushed.”
My hands slide up and down her waist and under her shirt until I pull it over her head. I unhook her bra, shoving it open, my gaze raking over her breasts and lifting to her face. “You deserve to be punished.”
“Punished? Careful, Reid. You might be the one who gets punished.”
“I don’t think so, baby,” I say, turning her to face the door, and stepping into her to pull her bra away. “You put yourself in the line of fire with Tabitha.” I cup her breast and drag her against me. “I told you not to let her get to you.”
She twists around to face me and grabs my shirt, her eyes blazing hot now, her temper burning in their depths. “You got to me. You grabbed her. You—”
I cup her head and kiss her. “Don’t give me reasons why, Carrie, or I swear I’ll spank your pretty little ass.” My voice is low, rough, my mood darker by the moment with a flashback of her confronting that crazy bitch. “I do not want you hurt.”
“You can spank me all you want. I’ll come and you can do it again, but you won’t do it like it’s punishment. Who’s going to save you if I leave you?”
“No one,” I breathe out. “That’s the point.”
“Stop being so paranoid. You’re suffocating me with worry.”
My anger spikes all over again and I tangle rough fingers in her hair. “You want me to ease up? You want me to stop worrying so fucking much?”
“Yes,” she declared. “Please. Yes. Now.”
“Then listen to me when I tell you someone is dangerous. This isn’t paranoia. My gut is right. This is dangerous. Blake feels it too, so you need to fucking listen to me, Carrie. Do not poke that bear. Do you understand?”
“Reid—” My mouth closes down on hers, and that need to just feel her is back, expanding, clawing even.
