Page 82 of Sniper

Hannah grins and looks at me, stating, “I like this one for you.”

I laugh and nod, admitting, “I do, too, even if he lied about being part of an MC.”

Hannah raises a brow at Theo, who shrugs again, admitting, “Not sorry for it, either.”

I roll my eyes, placing my head on Trent’s chest, my hand gripping Hannah’s. I ask my husband, “How did you find them?”

He smiles gently as he walks my way, replying, “Tech is a genius, and managed to find them living only forty minutes from here.”

Theo takes me from Trent’s arms, making the man chuckle, but I go willingly, wrapping my arms around his waist, pressing my nose against his chest, breathing him in.

I whisper, “Thank you….” He hums, kissing my head, and I look back at Hannah and ask, “How long are you in town for?”

She grins, leaning against Trent, who answers, “A couple of days; we want to spend some time with you and Autumn.”

I nod, some more tears falling, and Hannah walks over to me, taking me from my husband’s arms and into her own. My husband growls, making Trent chuckle, and Hannah rasps, “We’re not far from here, which means we can see each other whenever you want, and I get to watch this man treat you like the queen you are.”

“That’s for fucking sure,” I hear Theo mutter, making me smile as I nod and hold her close. I squeeze my eyes shut.

She’s here, she’s okay….

An hour later, Trent has taken Hannah to the club where they’re staying—Snake apparently didn’t hesitate to put them up for me.

We spent the hour catching up. She cried when I explained how Axe was now dead and that she was free to go back to New York if that was what she wanted.

It isn’t, which I was happy about. Knowing she’s not that far from here put me at ease, especially because she became family to me, and she saved me and my little girl.

Sighing, I lean against the headboard in mine and Theo’s room, waiting for him to come up from locking up.

I know we need to talk and get everything out in the open, but I’m scared.

I don’t want to lose him.

I’ve been so closed off, which unfortunately is a reaction I’m used to doing, which means I didn’t think about how he’s doing, how he’s coping. His wife was taken, beaten by the man who raped her for a year.

He lost his daughter, too.

He nearly lost all three of us, and yet here I am being selfish. God, he even found Hannah for me.

He’d give me the world if I asked for it. I know this, and yet I pushed him away. I pushed Autumn away, my three-year-old, all because I couldn’t cope.

Guilt eats at me as I rub my hand over my growing belly, the ache at knowing there’s only one baby inside me now burning me, and my tears well up again.

I couldn’t save her.

I hear footsteps near the door and quickly wipe away the fallen tears as Theo walks in, removing his cut.

His eyes come my way as he hangs the leather next to mine I had just worn that day.

Theo said he found it on the ground near the truck; I haven’t worn it since.

He tilts his head, his eyes assessing me as he removes his black shirt, and yeah, my mouth waters.

My husband is a very attractive man, right down to the V where his jeans start low on his hips.

Damn….

He clears his throat, and I look at his face to see him smirking. I chuckle. “I can’t help it. You’re a work of art.”

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