Page 58 of Affair
Besides, someone had to babysit Grace. She was all over the grandbabies, and having secret lunches with a man.
And Rogue was ignoring that for now.
His sanity depended on it.
If his mother wanted a boyfriend, as long as he didn’t have to see kissing and anything more, he was good. Grace was entitled to have life after years of being a mother and alone.
The mere idea that someone could tangle with Grace, and she didn’t get bite-y…
That amused all of them.
Why?
Grace was Grace, and she liked to torment just about everyone by pulling out a gun every now and again.
Not everyone was ready to pop out a baby.
Enjoying not being pregnant, Merry was more than happy to have a calm morning with the nuts.
Her children were with Boone’s mother, and there was no safer place. A cop was always a cop, and grandma loved her little ones.
As for her husband, he was trying to talk her into another child, and she was contemplating it.
Just not now.
They had far too much shit on their plates to get with child.
Honestly, Merry believed that there was something in the water there.
She was the only one not pregnant—well, other than Calyx, who couldn’t have kids, and Eve and Stella, who had just given birth.
As for Remington Bowman, and his new wife, Calyx, they were in the honeymoon phase.
Right after they vanquished Alexsandr from the city, the man dragged her to the courthouse, and they were all there to witness the man getting married.
And it was beautiful.
The bride practically dragged the laughing man down the aisle, to the judge’s chamber, and signed her name on that license so damn fast.
She joked it was to keep him from changing his mind, but they all knew it was because she was so damn happy.
She wasn’t the only one.
Remmy was happy too, and finally, Calyx had gotten her man.
It was when she sold off the Underground that she officially joined their team. Now, she was with Remmy there full time, and like everyone else had a partner, so did he.
Now, she was tied up in the crazy. While she might not be a mercenary or Marine, she had her own set of skills and that came in handy.
Mainly, taming Remington.
She kept him calm, and that worked for all of them. He was, after all, ex-CIA, and got them all their fun toys. A happy spook was a calm spook.
Those were words to live by.
For now, The Hunters were holding it down in NOLA, and that was a damn good thing.
They needed a break.
