Page 99 of Tempting God

Grant is the one looking around and his gaze narrows.

“Neither did I.”

“Brotherhood business or campaign?”

“I’m guessing campaign unless someone else has died.”

I laugh before I can stop myself.

I say, “I know it’s not funny, but it kind of is…”

His lips twitch. “I know what you mean. Definitely not an ideal time to be an Elite Member.”

“Does it make you nervous?” He gives me a questioning look, so I elaborate. “Knowing someone is killing Elite Members.”

“It makes me nervous for you.”

“Me?”

“You’re the only thing I care about in this world, Greer. If something were to happen to you…” He shakes his head. “Let’s just say the extra security isn’t for me.”

My lips part. “Grant. I had no idea.”

“That I love you?”

I smack his chest and his eyebrows lift in surprise.

“What was that for?”

“You can’t say you love me while we’re in the middle of a dancefloor!”

He grins. “I plan to tell you often, Little Fae, so get used to it.”

“I love you, too, Grant Aragorn Carter.”

His lips brush against mine. “Say it again.”

“Grant Aragorn Carter…”

He pulls me even closer. “You know what I mean.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. So fucking much.”

The song comes to an end. I couldn’t stop smiling right now even if I wanted. Holding my hand, Grant leads me from the dance floor. We head toward our table, but Charles and Aimée step in front of us, stopping us.

“Please step out of the way. My wife needs to rest.”

Charles says, “It’s interesting that I learned of her pregnancy from the news and not from the two of you directly.”

“Why would we tell you?” I ask. “You have nothing to do with our marriage.”

Charles laughs, keeping a pleasant expression on his face. “That’s where you’re wrong and we all know it. Now, what are you having?”

“A baby.”

“Don’t play daft. You know what I mean.”

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