front of the house. Antonio’s car was in the drive. No! No, no, no!
She’d screeched to a halt and dashed to the door, heedless of her safety. Joe had held her back when she would have rushed inside. She heard Jamie tell Antonio that she belonged to the O’Keefes.
Her heart raced in her chest. She belonged to them… He still loved her. He could have just told Antonio she was gone and shoved him out the door. Instead, he defended her.
Joe held her back again when Antonio shoved Jamie. Panicked, she fought to get away from the sheriff. She couldn’t let Antonio hurt Jamie because of her!
“No,” she begged. “Let me—”
The awful crack of bones snapping stopped her, and she stared in horror at the scene. The sheriff suddenly released her, and she dashed forward, intent on getting to Jamie, not caring about anything else. Skirting Patrick and Antonio, she rushed to her man. He crushed her in his embrace. His green eyes flashed with disgruntled relief as he stared at her with such love, she nearly melted right there.
“Don’t you ever leave like that again,” he growled. “I was so worried about you.”
“I won’t. I’m sorry.” She couldn’t. It would be like ripping out her heart a second time. She just couldn’t do that. To either of them. Her arms tightened, and she pressed her damp face into his neck. “I love you, Jamie.”
“God, Rayna. I love you, too.”
Holding each other as if they’d never let go, neither realized the entryway had emptied. Joe had dragged away Antonio; the other men now lounged in the living room pretending not to listen to the lovers.
“Rayna,” Jamie said quietly for her ears only. “I want you to stay. With me. I want you to be mine.”
“Yours and Patrick’s and Sean’s and David’s?” she whispered.
“No. Mine. Maybe, if you want and if I want, we can share. But mostly, I just want you for myself.” He lifted a hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks. “That is if you can live with ‘scarface’.”
“Don’t you say that,” she rasped.
“Will you stay with me?”
How could she not? “Yes,” she vowed. “There’s nowhere else I want to be.”
“Whoo hoo!” Patrick whooped from the couch. “This means we’ll soon be known as The Mecca for Men! I might get a woman of my own, too.”
Rayna ignored him, a little unsure whether she should unleash him on the world—of course she should, she immediately decided. The men of Daly deserved love.
Jamie deserved love. “I didn’t get my morning wake up call,” she said with a grin.
“And whose fault is that?” Jamie laughed. He guided her away from his family. This morning, there was no sharing. It was just her and Jamie.
“I really am sorry,” she said as soon as they were alone in her bedroom.
He nodded. “Get undressed.”
She blinked in surprise at his surprisingly flat tone. A little worried, she pulled off her shirt then shoved off her jeans.
“Now, get on the bed.”
“Jamie…”
He crossed his arms and waited.
Her heart fluttering a mile a minute, she complied. She’d hurt him by leaving. She’d make it up to him if this was what he wanted. Carefully, she moved to the center of the bed and arranged herself with her arms at her side, her legs slightly parted, her eyes sending him an open invitation.
He smiled then as he stood at the side of the bed, looking down at her. She saw the love that warmed her, love she wanted to feel for the rest of her life. “No more apologies,” he said.
She bit her lip. “Okay.”
His grin turned feral, and a shiver went through her. Intent was clear in his eyes. She wasn’t getting out of this bed any time soon.
“Mine,” he growled. His finger drew over her erect nipple. Her body immediately softened, her sex growing wet for him.
“Always,” she promised. “Always yours, Jamie.” She opened her arms to him, ready for more love than she could probably handle. She hoped he was ready for the same. She might belong to Jamie, but Jamie belonged to her, too.
As he covered her body with his, she whispered a prayer of thanks that she’d broken down here and been introduced to the Daly way. From now on, it was the only way. She couldn’t imagine anything more perfect. Small town, unlimited love and a lifetime of pleasure safe in Jamie O’Keefe’s arms.
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