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“Kiss me, mo ghrá,” he whispers. “Kiss me and tell me you love me again. I need to hear it.”

And those words, the way he says them—so raw and full of passion—they warm me from the inside out.

I let my lips fall closer, feathering them against his as I whisper the words I’ve longed to say. “I love you, Tynan. I love you so much it hurts.”

He inhales deep and captures my mouth with his, growling low just as Brody groans.

We both laugh, and he kisses me one more time before we separate. He stares into my eyes, and I swear I could stare at this man for hours.

“I’m gonna try to get out of here today.”

I scoff. “Be reasonable. You have to take care of yourself. They said you were lucky to be alive, so lie here and get better.”

He shakes his head with an exhale. “I’m not good at this. Doing nothing.”

“Well, too bad. Your wife says you have to.”

His brows rise. “Oh, I like you bossy.”

“Mm-hmm, get used to it. There’s gonna be a lot of that while you’re recovering.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Then he grabs the back of my head and kisses me some more.

CHAPTER 43

TYNAN

THREE WEEKS LATER

“Give me those bags!” Elara demands. “The doctor said you can’t do anything strenuous for four to six weeks.”

She grabs the groceries from me while I laugh, taking them right back.

“I love you for taking care of me, but I’m okay.” I tug her jaw and kiss her, enjoying the feeling of her lips on mine.

She shoves me away and stares disapprovingly. “Go sit down and let me get you some food. You haven’t eaten lunch yet.”

She’s taken the whole bossing-me-around thing seriously, making sure I don’t open my wound. It’s actually adorable, and I let her, even though it’s been killing me doing less than I’m used to. But I know she was afraid something would happen to me. I feel fine, though, and I have to get back to work.

And most importantly, I have to kill them.

“Alright, baby.” I slap her ass, and she yelps. “I’m a little hungry for something else, though.”

Arousal paints her gaze, and I take this moment to force the front of her body to mine.

“It’s been too long. I need you, mo chuisle.”

“The doctor was specific,” she breathes as my mouth strokes hers. “No sex for four to six weeks.”

“Close enough.” My fingers slide through her hair, tugging her strands in my fist, kissing the underside of her jaw.

I slip the thin strap of her tank down, needing her bare.

“Eww!” Brody’s voice has me stopping just as Elara backs away, her face flushing. “Can you guys stop kissing like every minute? It’s so gross! Right, Uncle Fionn?”

“Totally gross!” He makes a gagging face, then winks at me.

“What are you two doing back?” I ask. “I thought you were off to the park to play baseball.”

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