“Shut up.” She smiles at me, a beaming and Earth-shattering smile. “I promise no more fieldwork.”
“Right.” I drawl out the word like this woman has no clue I don’t know who she is. What she’s capable of doing. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Almost was just now.” She presses a kiss to my bearded chin. “But you saved yourself, see?”
I wrap my arm around her waist. “I took care of everything.”
And by everything, I mean we shipped Alexander’s body to North Korea and told that little Cheng-Ho asshole that if he keeps dabbling around here, he’s going to get more bodies.
The luxury of private planes and all that.
Emmy bobs her head and keeps her focus on my chest.
“Ems.”
“Yeah?”
“Can we get rid of the condo and live somewhere else? I’ll follow you anywhere, but…I think it might be for the best for you and the kids.”
“Where will we go? I’m not going to tear you away from Hardy and Scarlett.”
“I own twenty acres of land around my house. You wanna build?”
“Bishop…don’t start spoiling me now I’ll think I broke you.”
My lips quirk. “You did, but it’s okay. I’ll keep it our secret.”
I can see her mind run a mile a minute as she takes another sip of her beer and keeps her browns locked on my blues.
“Can it be close to the one you already have?” she asks. “So Madelyn can see the kids, and they can grow up together.”
My heart fucking seizes in my chest at how thoughtful and awe-inspiring she is.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Are we gonna live happily ever after? Is this real?” She studies my face, and it’s then that I realize she’s not gone over to the dark abyss that I landed in.
Nah, my girl is too bright for that.
“I love you, Emmy. This is real.” She rises on her tiptoes and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “But we’re not having ten thousand visits from Mills and his annoying fucking ass. I think that fucker is hunting for my sister.”
Emmy’s eyes widen. “Really? Wow, that’d be—“
“Don’t you dare,” I scold through narrowed brows. “No one on this squad is going after my sister.”
“Bish, seriously? Mills is the best guy out of all of you.”
“Are you already becoming a traitor? Best guy?” I scoff and place down my beer. “Woman, I’ll have you know thatI’mthe best fucking guy that gets to—“
“Kace Bishop, if you keep throwing around that you get to fuck me every five seconds, I’m going to clobber your ass.”
“I do get to fuck you.” I capture her bottom lip between my two and lightly suck, letting my teeth graze down it when I release. “And I’m going to keep reminding you in case you ever get the idea of leaving me.”
“I never left you—“ I perk a brow, halting the crock of shit that was going to spill from her mouth. “Fuck…guess you better hand over that last name.”
“Oh, I’m gonna make you a t-shirt and everything when you make it official.”
Emmy looks down at her wrist. “It’s been five seconds already.”