up the young girl they had abducted.
After receiving confirmation of Mecca’s well-being and her location at the hospital with the girl, I went into full investigative mode. I believed the crew that had engaged us on the highway were decoys sent to prevent me from helping Mecca. If my speculations were correct, the same people had set up her incident.
We had spoken briefly on the phone after she had finally returned my call, but I was too upset with her at the time to have a conversation. Now, coming home to find her sleeping in our bed had calmed me. The sight of her had smoothed away all the yelling I intended to do.
After a quick shower, I climbed into bed, smiling at her sprawled out in the dead center of the bed. In my head, it was an invitation to snuggle up behind her.
Her warm body against mine called to my roaming fingers. The alluring sensation that she produced drew me in and my hand slipped around her waist. The woman was like warm, flowing silk. She gave a little moan when I drew her fully into my chest and allowed her body to relax against mine.
“Hey, husband.”
Her soft tone was as warm as her body.
“Hey, wife.”
I snuggled in, nuzzling my nose to the back of her neck. I slid my lips along her skin until I found the perfect spot and remained there, inhaling her refreshing scent. An elongated, “Mmm,” came from deep within, and I breathed it out before taking another deep inhale.
Who knew that I would like coming home to a wife? Especially one this tempting, and lovely and damned hardheaded.
“I’m supposed to be giving you a piece of my mind for the way you risked your life today, but I can’t seem to bring myself to do it. I’m glad you’re okay.”
She turned, which made her body rub against mine. The action drew a low groan because it had awakened my dick. Face to face now, her hand rubbed tenderly against my stubbled cheek, luring me deeper into her wonderful world.
“Thank you for having my back. I didn’t see them, but my guys said they spotted at least eight additional men you sneaked into the neighborhood. No one’s ever had my back like this before.”
“Always. My intention was to be there for you myself, but we were stopped on the way. Ambushed in the mountains.”
“What?”
She shot up and snapped on the lamp.
“Are you okay? Why didn’t you tell me?”
She had the nerve to question me when she had walked herself into the middle of a warzone and hadn’t returned any of my calls until she was good and damn ready.
“Mecca, all I cared about was making sure you were all right.”
“Did you find out who they were? What did they want? Are you hurt?”
She cupped my chin and ran a caring hand along my shoulder before she proceeded to check me out with such a caring touch, it distracted me from what we were talking about.
“I’m not hurt. They said they were from the Black Saints.”
“Shit!” She shook her head, and her face creased into a deep frown of questions and confusion.
“What the fuck is going on? You don’t believe that shit, do you?”
“No. We took one of the men from the ambush alive. I spent an hour watching Khane take him apart. When he finally came to terms with his death, he revealed that when he spoke to the guy on the phone who hired him, the man had a foreign accent.”
“What kind of foreign accent? Who the hell are we dealing with?”
Did she realize that she’d said we? The word held major weight in a relationship, and it appeared she didn’t even realize she had used it, which added more kick to the power of it.
“He couldn’t tell us the origin of the accent, only that he was sure the man wasn’t from the U.S., and it wasn’t a Hispanic accent. Tywin and his crew are scanning the crew’s electronic devices to see if they can figure out who they are associated with, or at least who hired them.”
She scratched her head, processing the information I was revealing.
“The accent rules out the Saints, but it opens the doorway to all types of others. Someone powerful enough to hire a group of gunmen, and if they know anything about you, they had to have known that you would destroy them. Tash said she overheard the Haitians mention Corvel. Why would the cartel set me