Page 77 of Possession

“Hello, beautiful.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine.”

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?”

“You’re micro-managing my sleep schedule as well as everything else, I see.”

“The doctor was clear. Rest is an integral part of your recovery. Eating, sleeping, and physical therapy is all you should be doing.”

“And you’re eight months pregnant with my child. You shouldn’t be sitting in a smoke-filled club.”

“Sitting here is literally part of the job.”

Knowing that I’m right, he lets out an annoyed growl. Hunter still hasn’t gotten comfortable with the fact that I call the shots until he’s back on his feet. While there’s nothing wrong with his beautiful brain, he still has quite a few physical challenges that would make him look weak in front of clients and, more importantly, his enemies.

“It’s not healthy for the baby.”

“Most people vape now. I don’t even smell the smoke,” I quip.

“Not helping, Megan.”

“Seriously, get some sleep, Hunter. I’m going to head home in a little while. The guys can handle the rest of the night.”

“Lars is driving you, correct?”

“Like he does every single night,” I sigh.

“And you’d tell me if you felt like something was off?”

“Everything’s fine, Hunter. You’ve got to try and relax. It’s quiet as a church in here tonight.”

“I’m going fucking stir crazy in this place. Everyone is old enough to be my grandfather.”

“If you keep doing everything your therapy team tells you to do, then you’ll be home before you know it.”

“Is my sister there?”

“In the kitchen as usual.”

“And Christian?”

I know why he’s asking about those two in particular, but I feign ignorance. I’m not going to get involved in any of that drama. Who am I to judge if Lena likes older men?

“He’s at Table 21.”

“Vaughn, too?”

“Yes, he’s here as well. Like I said, they’re here every night. I feel very safe.”

“You know that Vaugn can take over if you’re not feeling up to this anymore? He was always the most logical choice to do it.”

“Except he wasn’t, was he? I was the one with the rational head when the shit hit the fan. Don’t forget that, my love.”

“It appears as if you’re never going to let me forget it.”

I grin hard to myself.

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