“Say it.”
He felt her swallow. He knew by the feel it was painful.
But she did it.
Her head dropped back and her shining eyes came again to his.
“I believe, Nicky.”
Nicky.
Yeah, finally, he could breathe.
Before, she’d kissed him.
Right then, he kissed her.
When he broke it off, it was Nick who tucked her face back in his neck.
Her sobs were gone. Now her tears were quiet and through them she held on.
He lifted his gaze to his brother standing at the bottom of the steps to the plane.
Knight had his arms crossed on his chest, but even if he wasn’t close, Nick could see his brother’s smile.
Nick held tight to his girl and smiled back.
* * * * *
Anya
Five Hours Later
I opened the door to our condo, peeved.
Knight had gotten home twenty minutes ago, or so his text told me.
His text.
The man was exasperating.
He’d not said how things went with Nick. He just said he “had the girls” and he’d “see you at home, babe.”
That’s it.
Of course, I left the salon immediately after my return text of, “How did it go?” went unanswered, as did my three calls.
I threw my keys and clutch on the table by the door and my heels declared how pissed off I was as they struck the floors on the way down the hall.
When I made it to the end, at a glance, I could see that Kasha was totally bossing whatever was happening in our sunken living room. In this glance, I also saw my man on his ass on the rug by the coffee table, Kat on hers next to and slouched into him. Kasha was on her feet, bossing (of course) but also leaning her front into the other side of her dad, the side that Kat wasn’t occupying.
Of course, the vision of this made me no longer pissed off which in turn immediately pissed me off again because just seeing my man with our girls made me melt and that was tremendously annoying.
I stopped at the top of the steps, looking down, my eyes pinned to Knight.
“Well?” I asked.
His mouth twitched like he was amused.