Page 59 of Hidden Shadows
When they finally finished, he rose and held out his hand. “Dance with me.”
Her eyes glittered, bottom lip disappearing between her teeth. Then she slipped her small hand into his and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. The second she was in his arms, he let every other heavy emotion inside him, everything that had been plaguing him, slip away.
God, this woman was everything. How she’d become his everything so quickly, he wasn’t sure. But he didn’t need to know the how or the why, just that they’d found each other and that was it.
He lowered his mouth and pressed a kiss to her head. “This is the first year in a long, long time that I’m not dreading tomorrow.”
Her head rose, expression softening. “Really?”
“Yeah. And it’s because of you. Thank you.”
She reached up and cupped his cheek. “I’m so glad, Nixon. You deserve to be happy.”
For the first time in his adult life, he was actually starting to believe it. That maybe he wasn’t the damaged soul he’d thought he was. Maybe he could have a life of his choosing that made him happy.
This time when he lowered his head, he took her mouth in a slow, gentle kiss. His lips grazed over hers as his arms tightened around her waist.
Fuck, she annihilated him. He wanted to deepen the kiss. Hell, he wanted to drag her somewhere private, push her against the wall, and take her. It was only through a hell of a lot of self-restraint that he could even lift his mouth.
She leaned her head against his chest, right over his heart, and then he just held her. Let the music and her touch take him away from everything but her.
He wasn’t sure how long they remained like that. Song after song played, and they barely moved. When it was finally time to go, it was too damn soon.
“I should get you home,” he whispered.
Home…he’d called their resort “home.” Because on this trip, that was exactly what it felt like. The home they’d built together.
She sighed. “Yeah. I’ll just stop in the bathroom first.”
He nodded, reluctantly releasing her and heading back to the table. He didn’t take his gaze from her, though. The bathroom was in his direct line of sight, and he didn’t look away until she stepped inside. Then he scanned the small restaurant, watching for anything that was out of place.
He’d just paid for the meal when Finley stepped out of the bathroom again. She was looking down at her phone as she crossed the space between them. Then she stopped halfway.
Suddenly, the blood drained from her face.
His skin went cold. Something was wrong.
He was across the room and in front of her in a second. He leaned to look at her phone, seeing a comment at the bottom of her most recent Instagram post.
Two warnings, and still you don’t listen. You were mine, and yet you let him touch you. Now I have no choice but to take drastic action. This is no one’s fault but your own. KJ.
A black rage slipped through Nixon’s body, heating his blood.
That fucker. If Nixon hadn’t wanted to murder the asshole before, he did now.
Finley’s fingers shook as she took a screenshot of the comment, then clicked into the blank profile and blocked the person. She switched into her TikTok account, found the same comment, word for word, and did the same thing.
Even after all the comments were deleted and the asshole was blocked, her chest was heaving too quickly. Her face was so pale that it was just about white.
He cupped her cheeks. “Finley. Look at me.”
She did, and all he saw was fear. It fucking shredded him.
“This asshole is not getting close to you. Do you understand?”
“He just won’t leave me alone,” she whispered.
“He will. Because wewillfind him, and he will regret ever harassing you. That’s a promise I’m making to you.” The second they touched down in the US, he was putting everything he had into finding this prick.
