Page 70 of Needing to Fall
“Are you asking me to move in with you?”
His hands came to cup my cheeks as he pulled me in closely to him. “There’s nothing I want more, babe. I fucking love waking up to you every morning and falling asleep next to you. This shit is real, Reign.” He said no more, because his lips were on mine in a ferocious kiss.
Yes, definitely. This shit was real.
***
“Babe, come in here,” Lynx called from his office.
I was in the kitchen, doing the dishes from lunch. I dried my hands off and went to him, finding him sitting at his desk, his brow knit and anger written on his face. My stomach dropped. He looked up and schooled his features, but I was already on alert.
“I want you to take a look at this.”
Slowly, I walked around his desk. Sensing my unease, he pulled me into his lap.
“It’s okay, Reign. I just want you to see this.”
I nodded and looked at the computer monitor.
On it was me working behind the bar, and on the barstool was Trey.
“Surveillance video of the bar.” He pointed to Trey. “Is that the guy?”
Anger rippled through me like a storm in the ocean. “Yeah.”
Lynx’s body went taut. “Fuck.”
My hands began to sweat, and my heart was beating a mile a minute at Lynx’s tone.
“What’s going on?”
“That’s Trey Simmons. He’s a fucking idiot.” Well, I already knew that part. “No, seriously. He thinks he’s more than what he really is, which is a very low-level thug.”
“But, in the bar, everyone said he was the guy who knew everything,” I retorted.
Lynx’s eyes met mine. “That’s what he wants everyone to think.”
“But why would he make up some elaborate story about going to the hospital and then finding Devin? He obviously knew something.”
“True, and I’m going to figure out what.” He tapped my leg. “Up ya go. I need to go hunting.”
I didn’t move. “Hunting?”
“I’m going to hunt Trey down.”
I swallowed. “Don’t get into trouble.”
“Babe, the only one who’s got trouble is him.” He stood and placed me on my feet.
“I want to come with you.”
“No,” he replied, and that lit the fire inside me.
He wasn’t doing this on his own.
“No? This is my life, Lynx. I deserve to know the whys.”
He brushed a stray hair behind my ear. “Yeah, babe, you do. I’ll find him, and then you can talk to him.”
