Page 36 of Saving Mr. Norcross
She grinned at him.
She’d never looked more beautiful.
This was them.
This was who they were. What they were good at. In their own ways, they protected and fought the bad guys.
She saw him—all of him. What was good, what was dark. What was strong and what was broken. She loved all of him. Not despite of it, but because of it.
She accepted him as he was.
And he loved her as she was. He didn’t want to change her, even if he feared for her safety sometimes.
They would never drive a minivan, never have a white-picket fence, never have 9-to-5 office jobs.
But they were making a family together and they’d live their life, their way.
They reached the stairs.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He ran his fingers along her jaw. “I am.”
She smiled. “Let’s get back to our villa and celebrate being alive.”
He saw the heat in her gaze, felt it in his cock. “Let’s do that.”
He took the lead, heading quietly up the stairs.
Soon, they’d dispatched a few more guards and reached the ground floor of the villa. He heard shouting outside. Navarro’s men were gathering to stop them.
Looking back, he saw Rhys leaning into Justin, his face pale.
Vander frowned. “Rhys, you hanging in there?”
“I’m fine. Got a headache.”
Brynn looked worried. He likely had a concussion.
“I’ve got him,” Justin assured them.
There were more shouts. Guards were coming.
Rhys couldn’t fight or move fast in his state. Vander’s mouth firmed, plans rapidly formulating in his head.
“Brynn and I will cause a distraction and lead Navarro’s men away. Justin, get Rhys out of here.”
His friend nodded.
“No,” Rhys said. “We’re not leaving you here.”
“That’s an order.” Vander kept his tone firm. The tone he used in the field with his team. “We’ll be right behind you. Don’t worry, I’m getting my wife out of here.”
Brynn made a sound. “She’s getting you out of here.” Her voice was tart.
God, he loved her. “Go.” Vander gripped his brother’s arm. “Get out.”
“Haven will be waiting for you,” Brynn added. “Comms are jammed, so she’ll be worried.”
