Chapter 23
Present Day.
I’ve both feared this and wished for it. Sitting in Reyes’ truck, the one he barely ever drove, I clenched and unclenched my hands. Today had been a shit storm of epic proportions.
How long has it been since Ryan deposited me in the passenger seat? He stood outside the truck like a stone gargoyle not moving from his post. Did he even blink?
Shivers racked my body from the adrenaline draining my body and the cold air. Could I start the truck? The keys dangled from the ignition but was that against the rules? The ones that went with killing people. Was it like don’t make a sound? Should the getaway car be ready but not on?
Turning I looked in the back seat and found it empty. What, no blanket? What about being prepared for the worst?
The door to the truck opened quickly earning a startled gasp to escape my parted lips. Reyes climbed in with no blood on his body. Didn’t he kill them?
“Let’s get you home,” he tells me gently as he leaned over and pressed his lips slowly against mine.
Another shiver had me shaking.
“Shit baby, you cold?” He asked as his voice filled with concern.
“Yes,” I tell him through clattering teeth.
I watch in amazement as he pulled off his leather cut, then his long-sleeved shirt.
“Arms up,” he demanded.
Slowly lifting my stiff arms, I raised them as far as the truck would allow. Reyes shirt was over my head and the sleeves down my arms before I could blink.
“Is the baby okay?” He asked me in a very quiet voice.
“We’re okay,” I reassured him.
His sigh of relief had my chest aching.
“I’m taking you home to our house, Alanna,” he tells me firmly.
Nodding, I sat back letting my back press firmly against the plush seat. Closing my eyes, I drifted off as the comfort of being safe settled around me.
Something was rocking me. I cracked open an eye to look around and realize I was moving. Gasping I wrapped my arms around Reyes’ neck.
“Sshh, baby, I’ve got you,” he reassured me.
Slowly, I relaxed against Reyes and let him carry me into the house. Up the stairs and into his bedroom where he lowered me on the bed.
“I’ll start you a bath,” he said as his lips pressed against my forehead.
I watched his retreating back as he enters the bathroom only to emerge a few minutes later.
“Let me help you,” he said quietly, bending down before going on his knees. He slowly removed his shirt then mine before going to my jeans.
When I was finally naked, I waited for him to make a move, but instead, he ran his fingers over my swelling stomach. He then picked me up and carried me into the bathroom.
My eyes closed as his skin made contact with mine. His naked chest pressed heatedly against my bare body. When he lowered me to the floor, he once again cupped my face giving me another sweet kiss.
“Get in and take your time to relax baby,” he tells me, kissing me with a toe-curling kiss.
“I’ll be back later, I love you,” he whispers against our joined lips.
Before I could utter a word, he was gone. What would you have said? A small voice asked. I would have said I love you too I told myself.