Page 110 of Assassin

Afternoon

Before Jagger’s Call

Yeah, it was a good day in his world. They’d painted two canvases, showered twice, rolled around in his bed after to just spend time together, and now, thankfully, they were having a late lunch.

Remington was finding that this was truly the best way to spend his days.

With Calyx.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

He was finding that with each moment he spent with this woman, after the hell they went through to survive, that he didn’t want to be apart from her.

Not.

At.

All.

She was a bright star, and he was damn lucky that she was shining on their relationship.

Who would have thought he was going to be excited about opening up his apartment and life, and sharing it with someone?

Certainly not him.

They were going hard, and he wanted nothing less than that.

Where he thought he’d be freaked out, thinking about getting her to marry him, he wasn’t.

Maybe it had something to do with her saving his life in that cabin in the bayou.

That had been lifechanging.

Without Calyx, his tough, steel flower, he would have never made it out alive. She stitched up his wounds, got them sanitized, and kept fluids in him until help could reach them in the middle of the swamp.

She was his hero.

No.

Freaking.

Doubt.

Now, he wanted her as his.

AND ONLY HIS.

Before she went back and reopened The Underground, he wanted to make sure that his stake was claimed, and the world knew that she was taken.

There was going to be nothing left to the imagination when it came to what they were going to have. He was pretty sure that he was going to make a big step.

“When you go back to work, I’m coming with you,” he admitted.

She stared at him.

“What’s that mean?”

He was pretty sure she’d argue.

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