Raid - By Kristen Ashley Page 0,102
could see Hanna asleep in bed.
He went directly there, sat on the side and was immediately attacked by a cat.
Raid put a hand to either side of the animal’s considerable stomach, hauled up its bulk and put him on the floor.
When he turned back, Hanna was up on an elbow.
“Raiden?”
The cat attacked his ankles.
He ignored it, reached out and tucked his girl’s hair behind her ear. “Yeah, honey.”
“Raiden,” she breathed, then moved and she was in his arms.
Hanna, safe, happy he was home and in his arms.
Thank.
Fuck.
Raid held her close, but he held her carefully.
Hanna held on tight.
Clean.
She pulled back, lifted her hands like she was going for his face, stopped and grumbled, “Stupid cast.”
“Baby, let me get my boots off and we’ll lie down.”
“I want to see your face.”
“You can see my face tomorrow. I’ll be two seconds.”
“I want to see your face now,” she demanded.
She reached for the light, and he sighed before he reached beyond her to turn on the light.
The cat jumped up on the bed. Raid set him down on the floor again and went back to Hanna.
She lifted her good hand to his face and her eyes moved over it.
He hoped like fuck she didn’t see what her grandmother saw.
Her eyes stopped and looked into his. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you get him?”
She couldn’t read him.
Thank.
Fuck.
“Yeah.”
“Is everyone safe?”
“Yeah.”
Her eyes again moved over his face.
Finally, they stopped on his.
“Next time you go on a path of vengeance, Raiden Ulysses Miller, I expect updates direct from you. I don’t care how hilarious Sylvie is, and by the way, you can tell Deacon his grunts of, ‘All good. Don’t worry. Raid will be home soon,’ don’t tell me anything.”
Looking in Hanna’s sleepy but annoyed pretty blue eyes, he knew she was okay.
So that was when Raid allowed himself to smile.
* * * * *
Eight hours later…
Raid opened his eyes, saw ceiling and realized he couldn’t breathe.
This was because he had a fat cat lying on his chest.
He also had his woman’s head on his shoulder and her heavy casted arm on his gut.
He didn’t move.
Time passed.
He still didn’t move.
He knew when she woke because her body shifted minutely before it melted into his.
She gave it time before she whispered, “Honey, you awake?”
“Yeah.”
She snuggled closer.
The cat woke and started purring.
“He’s going to want food in about five seconds,” Hanna warned.
Raid, nor Hanna, were going anywhere.
“He’s gonna have to wait,” Raid replied.
“Can you breathe?” she asked.
“No,” he answered.
He felt her smile against his skin.
She fell silent.
Raid didn’t break it.
Eventually, she asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
He did not.
“It’s over,” he declared in an effort to communicate that to her.
“I’ll take that as you not wanting to talk about it,” she mumbled.
She got him.
Since she did, he didn’t bother to confirm.
She was silent another long while before she remarked, “Sylvie’s a kick in the pants.”
Sylvie Creed was a lot more than that.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“It was nice of her and Tucker to go all out for us,” she noted. “Especially taking them away from Jesse.”
“They were away from Jesse for a day,” Raid told her. “They hooked up with me, and Tucker went back to Denver ‘cause we were havin’ better luck with our informants using Sylvie. Then Sylvie found she couldn’t be away from her boys and she took off to join Tucker and Jesse in Denver, but those two worked the case in Denver. Tucker came back, then he left and Sylvie came back. In the end, Tucker came back, Sylvie left to go to Jesse and then it was done.”
“Sounds confusing.”
“They don’t like to be apart and they don’t like to be away from their boy. Now they’re all together and headin’ back to Phoenix.”
“Good,” she murmured.
“Is it?” he asked, and she lifted her head to aim her still sleepy eyes at him.
“Well, yeah. The family back together, this done.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” he returned.
Her head tipped to the side and her sleepy eyes warmed. “You mean you and me?”
“Cuddled close to me, baby, you throwin’ yourself in my arms when I got home last night, I’m guessin’ we’re all right. What I want to know is if you are.”
Her eyes drifted to his collarbone before she said quietly, “I should have talked to you at Chilton’s after I overheard your conversation on the phone.”
That was when he shifted and the cat jumped away, surprisingly without objection, as Raid rolled to his side. He pulled Hanna into his arms.
She rested her casted hand on his chest