Page 36 of Fatal Love
“Henley better not touch my phones. He’ll have everything screwed up.”
Sabrina laughed. “Don’t worry. Beatrice told him not to change anything. She’s got your back, Conmeister.”
Yeah, it seemed like everyone here did.
As Sabrina pulled on jeans and brushed her hair up into a ponytail, Connor angled himself up and out of bed. The pain was there, but manageable, especially with his sexy nurse helping him.
Once he was dressed and his hair was no longer sticking up in six directions, she declared him fit to show his face.
She brushed aside a lock of his hair and kissed him. “You’re my hero,” she whispered against his lips.
He didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything.
The elevator ride to Beatrice’s office included some deep tongue action from Sabrina, and if the entire staff of Shadow Force hadn’t been waiting on them, Connor might have hit the Stop button and taken a hit of his favorite pain medicine right there.
As it was, he was hobbling slightly when they left the elevator thanks to his woody, but it was worth seeing the evil glint in Sabrina’s eyes and her cunning smile as she took his hand and led him to the office door.
“Hey.” He hauled her back and pulled her to the side. “Before we go in—”
Her smile faded. “Yeah?”
“I just want to be clear about us. About where we stand.”
“Oh.” Her face clouded and she released his hand. “You don’t want them to know, do you?”
“Me? You’re kidding, right?”
She gave him an odd look. “I’m confused.”
So am I. “You’re okay with them knowing that you just spent the night with me?”
A cock of her head only seemed to deepen the confusion on her face. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Sabrina was definitely one hell of a pain killer. Her words were the best damn medicine he’d ever had. For his heart and soul, not just for his body.
He touched her crazy red hair and smiled. “I’m a mess, Sabrina.” He pointed at his temple. “My head, my PTSD…it’s all a train wreck in here.”
“Are you sure?” she asked quietly. “Because what I saw when you saved my life, and Beatrice and the baby’s, was a man of honor, loyalty, and bravery. So even if you’ve got some issues—and who doesn’t?—you’re doing a great job combatting them.”
Are you sure?The words echoed in his head, taunting him. The same words Billie had asked him right before 12 September ambushed them.
His heart beat like a timpani drum. Connor took a deep breath, welcoming the pain in his ribs, and closed his eyes for a moment. He still had a score to settle with 12 September, but right now he had a family here at SFI and a woman who cared for him. They believed in him.
All he could do was make sure he proved worthy of their support.
“Yeah.” He grabbed Sabrina’s hand again and squeezed it. “I am one-hundred-and-ten-percent sure that I want to be with you, and I’ll shout it from the rooftops if necessary.”
Her smile lit up the hallway. “Good, because my dad wants to meet you. Dinner’s at eight tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Yep.” She nodded and her ponytail bobbed.
The door to Beatrice’s office flew open and Colton Bells stuck out his head. “Today already, people. Jesus.”
Holding hands with Sabrina and unable to keep the grin off his lips, Connor entered Beatrice’s office to find all of his SFI family waiting for him.
