Page 21 of Kane's Kind of Trouble

“Kane?” she whispers.

“What is it, sweetheart?” I rasp, my throat full of pins and needles. “You okay?”

“I just needed to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

God. “I’m here. Not going anywhere.”

She mmmm’s and squeezes closer, trapping my leg with hers.

I’m swamped by emotion that crowds into my throat. No matter how many times I swallow, it stays there. Growing.

Staring at the ceiling, I stroke her back until she’s asleep again. Until the fire grows cool, and I face the inner battle. Break the connection and get up to stoke the fire, or…

Roll over and take my sweet angel again.

Yeah. That’s what I want to do.

No. She’ll be sore. I made sure she was ready, but I was too rough on her. But, god, when Eagle and I hit our stride, our sex is going to be wild and rough. I just know this based on the way Eagle is in everything she does.

It’s one of the things I’ve always loved about her. She’s passionate. About school. About every class she takes. Even passionate about running on the treadmill. Everything she does, she pours her heart and body into.

Now I need to know what she really wants from life, because I’m going to make sure she gets to chase that dream like wildfire.

A flash of light crosses the windows, making my rambling thoughts slam closed.

What was that light?

It’s been a while since lightning flashed, but this feels wrong.

My sixth sense starts to needle under my skin. “Sweetheart, I need you to get up.”

“What?” Eagle yawns. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know yet.” Sitting her up, I reach for her clothing, getting her ready before I pull on my jeans.

It’s raining hard, the windows a blur of water and rain. But I can feel it. Not it. Someone.

“We’ve got company.”

Eagle gasps, fumbling with her clothing, her voice going up. “Who would be here?”

“It’s okay. Whoever it is, I’ll handle it. I’m more than equipped to deal with them, but I want you to go into the kitchen, out of sight. Arm yourself with a knife.”

She jerks on her shirt, shimmies into her jeans, eyes wide with concern.

Boots clunk on the porch. As a knock rings through the cabin, I’m going out the back window, taking advantage of the element of surprise.

Paul McKenna, the new guy on our security detail, and the fucking prick—Charles—are standing on the porch shaking out their coats when they realize I’ve got a gun pointed at them.

After momentarily looking shocked, Eagle’s father tries to save face by seeming undeterred.

“Well, well.” Paul says, glaring at my bare chest as his mouth compresses into a frown. “Looks like you’ve been cozy in my home.”

I’ve always disliked the man. Never trusted him. But right now, I fucking hate him because he’s been psychologically abusive to my Eagle.

“What do you want, McKenna?”

He glances at Charles. “We’re here because Eagle is leaving with Charles for a trip. He couldn’t wait for you to bring her back. Because?—”

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