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Now he opened them and stared at me. “If I was you?” I nodded. “In love with her?” Hesitating, I thought about it, then nodded again. “I’d wife her up so fucking fast her head would spin. Then I’d spend the rest of my life not letting go.”

My eyes narrowed and I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off.

“Don’t worry, Butcher. I don’t have feelings for your old lady. But if you’re able to find something like that? Someone as twisted as you, but in a good way? You’d be fucking stupid to throw it away.”

“What if it’s not what’s best for her?”

He grinned. “Thinking about her over your own feelings. Damn, Bro. You’ve got it bad.” He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.Youdon’t know what’s best for her. And even if you did, isn’t spending your life with someone you love worth anything you might lose in the process?”

“What if I lose her?”

He considered that, then shrugged. “Then count yourself lucky you had her while you did. You think Pops would go back and make it so he never met Mom?”

No. He wouldn’t. He’d fight like hell to keep her even knowing in the end he’d lose her.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

We both let it drop then, and kicked back to catch some sleep.

The captain’sannouncement woke me up and I waited impatiently for the jet to land. I’d dozed, but Toxic’s words kept ringing in my head. I stayed quiet while we grabbed our shit and got off the plane.As soon we were on the tarmac, I waved Toxic and the other two ahead, and pulled Isla aside.

She looked up at me curiously as I struggled to find the right words. Rubbing the back of my neck, I decided I was a failure with pretty words and just blurted out, “I feel things when you’re nearby.”

Shit.

Her jaw dropped open, then a calculating look entered those gorgeous gray eyes. “Things? Like…indigestion? ‘Cause your expression right now is saying constipated.”

No wonder Lock figured he was now going to be saddled with another smart ass. She was almost as bad as Toxic. “No,” I told her, trying to hold onto my patience. “I mean like... You know what?” I said when I saw the slow smile spreading over her face. “Never mind.” I stalked past her, internally promising to beat the hell out of Toxic for making me do this stupid shit in the first place.

When something landed on my back, I put my hands back and froze when something soft and silky brushed over them. It was Isla’s hair. Her arms went around my throat and I suddenly realized how she’d gotten the drop on Warrant so easily. The woman had me in a chokehold.

“Tell me. Go on. Say it out loud,” she demanded.

When I stubbornly stayed quiet, she started to squeeze. The last damn thing I wanted was to take a nap on this runway, so I growled, “Knock it the fuck off.”

“Give me what I want, Butcher,” she purred into my ear.

My dick went hard and I had to bite back the grin. She sure knew how to pressure a guy into spilling his guts. I loved that about her. “Fine. I love you,” I admitted.

She jumped off my back and into my arms. “Really?” she asked, her eyes shining.

“Yes,” I told her, chuckling, squeezing her close.

“I love you, too.” She kissed me.

A loud whistle split the air and we both glanced over. Scythe held his hands up in the air in a ‘what the fuck’ kind of motion. Warrant and Toxic were watching and grinning.

“Let’s go,” I told her. It was enough for now that I’d admitted how I felt, and that she loved me, too. We’d figure out the rest later, after we took care of Randal. Once we ended the threat to our lives, we’d have time to decide what to do with each other.

CHAPTER 29

Isla

“This the place?” I whispered.

Warrant nodded and held out the GPS he was holding so I could see the screen. “According to Glitch’s coordinates, this is it.”

“I’d say the armed guards are a dead giveaway,” Scythe muttered.

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