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I held her by her hips. “Nothing will happen to you or Bruce.”
She closed her eyes and then squeezed me into a hug. As she let go, she said, “I trust you. Now, where were we?”
Again, she reached for my pocket. I laughed and stopped her hand from reaching inside as I said, “You’re still not getting this back.”
She then reached out and tickled me. No one had tried in years. I wiggled and laughed. She then said, “Oh, you don’t know all my methods, Dwayne.”
She continued, but I pushed the paper into my boxer briefs and then reached for her arm pits. She yelped as I said, “I’m a fast learner.”
She stopped, so I did, but then she said, “One of the many things that makes you adorable.”
This time when I smiled, I was sure my dimples appeared as I couldn’t hide them when I asked, “You’re not regretting writing these words?”
She shook her head and said, “No, but I still feel outclassed.”
“You’re not,” I said and pressed my forehead to hers.
She traced my abs and chest as she asked, “Can you forgive me?”
Adrenaline shot through me as I focused on her lips, but I asked, “For what?”
“For how I acted earlier?”
I hugged her and didn’t care if she felt my hard-on. “You needed to work out your feelings. I’m glad you chose me.”
“Likewise. Now let’s go to bed.”
Soon, she’d have the strength. I believed in her. She’d proven to me a good woman makes life complete. Instead of following her instructions, I claimed her lips. She kissed me and made me feel whole. She loved me, and I loved her, and nothing else would matter.
Chapter Eighteen
Mary
The sunlight warmed my face, but instead of the sexy wall of muscles I’d fallen asleep with, now I had my squishy adorable son next to me as Dwayne blocked the edge of the bed with his eyes closed.
I let out a small laugh. I blinked and vaguely remembered how Dwayne had kissed my forehead a few minutes—or maybe an hour—ago and said he’d get my son.
But my son was awake, sucking on his bottle and now staring at me.
A smile broke out on my face, and Dwayne’s brown eyes opened. I breathed a little easier. “Bruce between us wasn’t how I expected the day to start,” I whispered.
His dimples showed, but before he could say anything, we were interrupted by his phone. He sat up. “Be right back.”
I stood up as well, as Bruce needed a diaper change.
I cleaned him up, then we headed out to the living room, where I tossed the diaper away. Bruce used the couch to stand, but Dwayne’s face was white as he waved for me to come, and he grabbed Bruce. I followed and asked, “What’s going on?”
He took us to the office and said, “Look, keep Bruce in my office. The door, window, and walls are bulletproof.”
I pressed my hand to my fast-beating heart and a second later took my son from his arms. “What? Why?”
Dwayne kept his voice low. “Arthur is here.”
I hugged my son, who put his head on my shoulder. “He can’t get Bruce.”
He gave me a curt nod and his phone. “Keep him safe and hold the line for the police.”
He stepped back into the hall. “What will you do?” I asked.
