Theirs to Keep - Maya Banks Page 0,59
table, running a comb through the snarls, while Charlie set out cups of coffee for them.
“Was it a complete loss?” Merrick asked Cade’s dad.
Charlie grimaced. “Yeah. Not much left by the time they put out the fire. All that’s left is one big charred mess.”
“Elle said that someone shot up the place before they fire bombed it,” Cade said.
“The detective on the scene said he’d be by in the morning to talk to Elle and the both of you,” Charlie said. “Not sure how you want to handle that with Elle’s situation and all.”
“We have a solution in mind,” Merrick said in a quiet voice. “It’ll just take a little time.”
Elle’s brows furrowed, and she glanced between Cade and Merrick, trying to decipher what they meant. But neither man offered anything further.
What solution did they mean?
Her pulse sped up, and her stomach balled into a big knot. Were they rethinking their situation? Had they decided that she was more trouble than she was worth?
Her mouth went dry, and panic seized her by the throat. She put aside the comb, her hands shaking as she ran her fingers through the still-damp ends of her hair.
She barely listened as Charlie said his good-byes and voiced his promise to help out the following day. She was frozen solid with fear.
As soon as Cade showed his father out, he returned, and he and Merrick faced Elle.
“We’d like to talk to you in the living room,” Cade said. “We can take our coffee in there to finish.”
She shook her head, her cup sitting unattended on the table. She hadn’t taken a sip, too afraid her stomach would rebel. “I’m fine. Just say whatever it is you want to say.”
Merrick’s brows drew together at her tone, and he exchanged a quick look with Cade.
“What the hell do you think it is we want to say?” he demanded.
She swallowed nervously, her gaze skittering from side to side.
Cade’s eyes narrowed, and he cocked his head to the side as he stared at her every bit as hard as Merrick was.
“I don’t know,” she said in a low voice.
“But you’re worried,” Merrick persisted. “I can see it all over your face. You think we’re dumping you?”
She hesitated too long, and Cade swore. Then without another word, he pulled her from her chair and turned her toward the living room as he herded her out of the kitchen.
“Sit,” he told her when they got to the couch.
She perched on the edge, her palms slick and her stomach churning precariously.
Merrick sat in the armchair diagonal to the couch, his elbows planted on his knees.
“Look at me, baby,” he said in a soft voice that vibrated with intensity.
Cade slid onto the couch next to her. She lifted her gaze to meet Merrick’s, unconsciously holding her breath as she waited for what he had to say.
“Cade and I want to talk to you about our relationship and taking steps to make it more permanent.”
Her breath came out in a dizzying rush. They didn’t want to get rid of her. They were talking about making things permanent.
She was so light-headed that she had to lean over.
Cade’s hand slid over her shoulder. “Are you okay, Elle?”
She bobbed her head, sucking in deep breaths through her nose.
Merrick bit out a curse. “Baby, I don’t even want to know what was going through your head. But whatever it is you’re thinking, stop. Cade and I aren’t going anywhere. You aren’t going anywhere.”
“What did you mean by taking steps to make things more permanent?” she stuttered out.
“Dallas knows someone who can create an identity for you. Social Security card. Birth certificate. Paperwork so you can get a driver’s license,” Cade interjected. “As Merrick and I were discussing it, we thought that if we gave you one of our last names, then the other could marry you so you would bear both our names legally.”
Her eyes widened, and she stared between the two men in disbelief.
“Was that a proposal?”
Merrick grimaced. “Not a very well done one I’m afraid.”
Her heart leapt into her throat as she waited for an explanation.
“No, it wasn’t very well done of me,” Cade admitted. “I’m sorry, honey. I made a mess of this. But it doesn’t change what we want. We’d like for you to have both our last names and be legally bound to one of us. Marriage would give you protection and benefits.”
She glanced between them both, weighing their reactions and trying to decipher the motive behind the proposal. Were they just protecting