Raid - By Kristen Ashley Page 0,103

and tipped her head back to look at him.

“This is not your fault,” he stated firmly.

“You were going to take care of it. I jumped the gun.”

“This is not your fault.”

She looked deep into his eyes before she dipped her chin and pressed her face in his throat.

“They killed Bodhi,” she said there.

“Yeah, and they fucked Heather up in a way she’s not ever gonna heal,” he shared. Her body twitched then her head went back and she caught his eyes again. “Their consequences. Not on you. This is no one’s fault except the asshole scumbags who make poor life choices and blame good people doin’ the right things for those assholes bearing the consequences of their own fucked up decisions. They made more, they got more consequences. Now they’re done and you’re done. Safe.”

Hanna studied him a moment before he saw that settle in and settle deep, thank fuck.

She then asked, “I get the sense you don’t want to talk about it, but after looking for this guy for ages, how did you find him in three weeks?”

“Phantoms can’t be seen in the sun. Men can be phantoms for a while but they make mistakes. He always stood in the shadows.” Raid’s arms got tight around her. “To do what he did to you, he made a mistake. He came out into the sun.”

“Uh… that’s kinda bounty hunter speak,” she informed him, and Raid felt his lips tip up.

“What I’m sayin’ is he never got close to his business. This time he showed. Your neighbors saw the car and the Nevada plates. You saw him and told the team about him. This time he left breadcrumbs. We followed them.”

“Oh,” she replied, and his grin got bigger.

She pressed closer, her eyes grew warm and intense and she asked, “Are you good?”

“Absolutely.”

He knew she knew he did not lie when he watched her face go soft and she whispered, “I love you, Raiden.”

“I know you do, honey. That’s why I’m absolutely good.”

Hanna smiled.

Raid asked, “You think I can fuck you without you giving me a head injury with that cast when you latch onto my hair?”

Her smile changed as her eyes grew excited.

“I can try, but you should know, my ribs aren’t one hundred percent,” she warned.

To that, he rolled into her, but he did it carefully. Then he shoved his face in her neck.

“I’ll take that into account.”

From the floor, they heard an insistent, “Meow.”

Raid’s hands up her tank, Hanna’s fingers drifting over his back, Raid lifted his head, found her mouth and the fat cat had to wait a long time for breakfast.

He survived.

Epilogue

She Was Always Right

Three years, two months and two weeks later…

I moved out of the kitchen at Grams’s place, into the hall and stopped.

Raiden was crouched in the hall, head turned to me, camera in one hand. He lifted his other hand and put a finger to his lips.

I tiptoed his way and peeked around the doorway he was crouched in front of. I took in the scene and smiled.

Grams was in her chair, Raid and my baby boy, Clayton, in her arms. The lights from the Christmas tree we’d only just finished putting up in the window were twinkling into the room. Spot was dozing on the arm of Grams’s chair.

“So then, I walked in the backdoor of Momma and Pop’s house, still smoking, mind, and I asked Momma, ‘What’s for dinner?’” I heard Grams saying to a Clay, who, being only three months old and also snoozing, had no clue.

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing.

The struck by lightning story.

I heard Raiden’s camera going.

“I know you’re there,” Grams stated, not looking our way.

One hundred and one years old, and still the hearing of a German shepherd, and now proof she had eyes in the side of her head.

I bit my lip harder and looked down at my husband.

His head was tipped back to me and he was grinning.

Then he looked back to the sight of his camera and kept clicking.

* * * * *

Three hours later…

I felt Raid fit his front to my back and his arms come around me.

Then I felt his lips at the skin below my ear.

“You know, he can sleep without your help,” he whispered there.

I didn’t take my eyes off my baby boy lying asleep in his crib.

“I know,” I whispered back. “But I’m sure me standing here watching him helps him to have sweet dreams.”

His arms tensed around me and his voice was rumbling when he