Page 170 of Tangled Kisses
The big man chuckles and strolls over to congratulate us, but his attention remains firmly on Capri. “I do, actually. But she’s stubborn as hell. Might take some convincing.”
Capri scoffs and folds her arms over her chest, but there’s no missing the flush creeping across her cheeks.
Seems the rumors are true.
Griffin and Piper both mentioned how these two shared one hot night together and judging by the way he’s boring holes into her while she refuses to meet his stare, I’d say the feelings are still very much in play.
In fact, I’ve never seen Capri flustered, but right now, she’s damn near giddy, and I know it’s not just because of our happy news.
Interesting. Very interesting.
Capri steps away and presses the intercom on the wall. “Geraldine, can you put together a special lunch today? We have something special to celebrate. Seems love hasn’t abandoned the ranch after all.”
“Love has always been here, Riri.” Dorian’s response is offhanded but both Griffin and I catch his pet name for our boss.
I shoot Capri a look, brows raised, but don’t say a word.
I don’t have to. Her face says it all as she mumbles an excuse and beats a hasty retreat to her office.
“Way to make the boss squirm,” I tease, lightly punching Dorian in the arm.
“Someone has to. Hey, your sister is back. Just got here an hour ago.”
Griffin presses a kiss to my temple, his arm tightening around me. “Let’s go share the good news.”
Dorian’s stare locks on mine, dark and steady. “Just so you know—we protect our own.”
Griffin’s arm cinches around my waist, his voice a low rumble against my hair. “Always. And anyone who hurts someone we love? We make damn sure they pay.”
I lift my chin. “You two need to let it go.”
They trade a glance—silent, unyielding. A promise.
“Fine,” I sigh, forcing lightness into my tone. “But today is a special day. No death plots, no arrests. Deal?”
“Deal,” they echo—way too fast to be believable.
They’ll never let this go. Not until Vander is buried in an unmarked grave, and honestly, that’s exactly what the man deserves.
“Come on.” I give Griffin a light hip check and motion down the hall. “Piper is waiting.”
We stroll to my sister’s door, which sits slightly cracked.
Pushing it open, I screech to a halt.What the hell?The room looks like it’s been gutted. Half-packed suitcases sit open on the bed, toiletries and clothes scattered in neat little piles.
“Piper?”
My sister emerges from the bath, bottles clutched in her hands.
But the second she sees me, she drops them, letting them scatter across the floor.
She dashes across the room and crashes into me, arms tight around my shoulders as she sobs into my neck.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” I murmur, stroking her hair as she weeps.
When she finally pulls back, her gaze rakes over me, taking in the scarf, the shadows, the bruises. Her face hardens. “Son of a bitch. I’ll kill him.”
“Stand in line.” Griffin’s voice rumbles low from the doorway.
