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Seeing and hearing him cry makes me cry right along with him.Dammit.Being professional goes right out the window when there are pregnancy hormones involved.Oh, who am I kidding?This is a sob story and the crying is infectious.

Pax is able to get a few more questions answered and then we’re out the door.The ride back to Pax’s hotel room is in a comfortable silence until Pax makes a stop to grab us some more food.

The man is always thinking about me first, even if we’re right in the middle of a complicated case.The second chance we gave one another shows for me it’s the right decision.The reason things ended was due to others interference.Something I know won’t happen again.

A second chance is all we need because we’re both very aware of what we had, what we lost, and what was reestablished again.Nothing is more important than our bond and the future ahead of us.

CHAPTER EIGHT

–PAX –

I want to drive back to my hotel room instead of getting out of the damn car.Questioning suspects can give new leads.If you’re very lucky, a confession.Though, shit can hit the fan if you’re questioning the killer without knowing, putting a mark on yourself instead.

Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about consequences.It’s only been me and my brothers for countless years.It’s our job, our life.Things have changed drastically since Lyla entered my life.Not to mention, the different dynamics and additions now we’re back together.

Which means it fucking sucks to have a huge damn need to protect my woman.All perfectly reasonable and all, but I can’t leave her in the hotel room or send her home to make sure she’s out of harm’s way.Not only can something happen no matter where the hell you are, it’s the underlying knowledge my woman has the mind and skills to protect herself.

“Everything okay?”Lyla questions.“We’ve been sitting in the car, staring at the hotel for the past few minutes.Are we going inside or what?”

See?I’ve always been all about business and now my mind is running overtime thinking up ways to keep my old lady safe.

“Or what,” I mutter and get out of the car.

I hear her car door slam as I round the car.Her eyes are narrowed and she has her hands perched on her hips.

“Are you going to keep me from joining you in questioning the suspects?”Her voice sounds angry and a bit too loud for my liking.

Glancing at the hotel, I notice Della behind the front desk.Her attention is fixed on the computer in front of her.

Releasing a deep sigh, I admit, “The thought of putting you in danger feels like a hot knife at my damn throat, Lyla.I know you can handle yourself, but it still doesn’t soothe my damn mind.Leaving you alone in the other hotel room or driving to the clubhouse to leave you in the protection of my brothers won’t help either.It’s a constant itch I can’t fucking scratch.What the hell am I going to do when you give birth?Then there’s two people I hold dear, and sometimes you two won’t even be in the same spot.Fuck.I’m already going out of my damn mind.”

Laughter rips from my old lady and I shoot her an evil glare.Lyla steps closer and cups my face with both her hands to lock our gaze.

Her voice is gentle and clear when she says, “There will always be cases to solve, killers to catch, and bringing justice for all involved.Though, a threat or pending danger can happen to every individual walking this planet.It’s one of the many issues when it comes to living your life.The whole balance of life and death.A start and end thing where we shouldn’t focus on one and leave out the other, but we can stick to simply living one day to the next.Life never will never get any easier unless you put your happiness, and those you hold dear, at the center of it.”

The words she just gave me crack my chest wide open.It’s a basic reminder of why the havoc of emotions are making protection the cornerstone while happiness should give me peace of mind.

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