Chapter 96
My knees were gently pushed down and this woke me up.
My eyes opened as I felt Hawk’s hips fit into the curve of mine then they slid up to look at him sitting on the edge of my couch.
His hand came out and he shifted the hair off my shoulder then his hand curved warm against my neck.
“Not a big fan of bein’ the reason you’re curled into a protective ball, babe,” he murmured as a good morning.
He was fully dressed, his face unhappy.
I had no response. I was still sleepy and having trouble getting my guard up.
He held my eyes as I mentally struggled. Then suddenly he moved, I was plucked out of the couch, planted in his lap and his arms went around me.
“Hawk,” I whispered.
“You could have anything, babe, anything in the world, what would it be?” he asked.
I blinked. “What?”
“Anything you want, it’s yours. What would it be?”
“Um… I don’t –” His arms gave me a squeeze. “Anything, Sam.”
“Ginger out of trouble and safe,” I answered.
His eyes studied my face for awhile after I answered. Then he said, “Next up.”
“Next up?” I repeated, confused.
One of his arms left me so his hand could bunch the hair at the side of my neck. “Next up, Sam, the next most important thing you could have if you could have anything.”
“Hawk, I don’t understand.”
“Anything, no matter what it is.”
“Hawk –” “Answer me, Sweet Pea.”
“Hawk, I don’t –” “Sam, answer me.”
“Simone and Sophie alive and you with them and happy like you were in that photo,” I blurted and his face froze into that blank mask.
Staring at him, sleepy and confused, I suddenly understood that mask. It slotted into place when he was hiding something important from me.
“Which would mean, of course,” I kept blurting, “that you would never darken my door.”
The mask fell away instantly and he grinned, huge, his dimples popping out and dang, it killed me, but I had to admit I really missed those dimples. Then he twisted his torso and I was on my back in the couch, his upper half on top of me, my hips in his hips, my legs dangling over the back.
His fingers trailed my hairline and tucked my hair behind my ear as he went on. “What’s next?”
I felt my eyes get squinty. “Why are you asking me this?”
“What’s next, Sam?”
“I’m still sleepy,” I dodged.
His face came closer and his thumb stroked my jaw when he whispered his demand, “Baby, what’s next?”
God!
Okay, he wanted to play this game, whatever. I’d play.
“Meredith being my real mom not my stepmom.”
He nodded and his thumb swept my lower lip. “What’s next?”
“You want to clue me in, Hawk?” I requested.
“What’s next?”
Apparently, he didn’t.
“There isn’t anything next,” I declared.
“Bullshit, Sweet Pea, a woman who wants a pair of seven hundred dollar shoes, she’s gotta have a next.”
“A diamond bracelet from Tiffany’s,” I replied then went back on it. “No! Wait. Leo to get Cam an engagement ring then a diamond bracelet from Tiffany’s.”
His head dipped and his mouth touched mine before he moved back and murmured, “All right, baby, that’ll do for now.”
What’ll do? And for now?
No. No. I didn’t want to know.
Time to move on.
“Since you’re here and don’t appear to intend to leave anytime soon, I might as well ask you something,” I announced and got another grin. “Tack says that things have cooled with Ginger. Does your intel confirm that I’m safe?”
“Ginger’s gone to ground,” Hawk repeated Tack’s words.
“Darla, Skeet and Fresh were facing kidnapping charges and luckily they all signed confessions so they won’t breathe free for awhile.
This is good because it’s good. This is also good because their incarceration is an added deterrent to anyone who might think of fuckin’ with you. Lee entered the game which is further inducement for someone to avoid fuckin’ with you. But, no, you’re not safe.”
Dammit!
“So I take it that means I can’t go to the grocery store.”
“You can go to the grocery store but you’ll do it with one of my boys at your back.”
My body froze under his and my heart slid into my throat.
Then I forced out, “No.”
His hand at my neck moved so his thumb could lightly stroke my throat.
“Brett’s recovering, babe,” he whispered. “It’ll take time but it’ll be a full recovery.”
“No more of your boys at my back.”
“Sam.”
“No, Hawk,” I denied, made a decision and then proclaimed, “I’m buying a gun.”
He burst out laughing at my words, no hesitation, like they were beyond hilarious and I glared at him. “I’m not joking.”
He controlled his laughter and stated, “Babe, you want a gun, I’ll give you one but you won’t be let loose on the unsuspecting population of Denver until I train you how to use it and you get comfortable with it, so no gun.”
“I don’t need your permission to buy a gun, Hawk.”
“Yeah you do, Sam, seein’ as you’re livin’ in Badass World now.”
“Well, I’m taking a vacation from Badass World and visiting Zip’s Gun Emporium,” I shot back.
He smiled at me, dimples and all. Then he changed the subject.
“We’re goin’ out tonight.”
Oh no we were not.
“No we’re not. It’s cosmos at Cam’s tonight.”
“Then I’ll take you there and bring you home.”
That’s when I made another decision.
“No, I’m spending the night so I can get as drunk as I want.”
“Babe, warned you about that shit.”
Something about that pissed me off. Likely it was the reminder of how the us we came to be used to be. Something he seemed totally okay with resuming and something I was really not okay with.
In other words, that was when my mouth ran away from me.
“Yes, you did, but you did that before you destroyed me. See, Scott crushed me but you destroyed me. It was just a week, I know that so here’s something to freak you out. You got it wrong, in only a week I was already tied to you. I was already in deep. It was only a week but it happened, you didn’t see it and you went in for the kill. So I’m getting from you that you’ve had a chance to rethink things. But for me, you not reading how precious it was, what I gave you, and even for self-preservation’s sake walking all over that is a red flag, Hawk. And that red flag says to me it could happen again and I’ve had enough in my life, I don’t need any more of that shit.”
“I’m not your fuckwad ex, babe, my shit’s not about bangin’ any woman I can to prove I’m a man,” he returned and I noticed he looked just about as pissed as me.
“I’m aware of that, Hawk, that doesn’t change the fact you walked all over me.”
“I didn’t, Sam, I explained that shit to you then and again last night. And, newsflash, Sweet Pea, outside my family, you’re the only one in Denver who knows anything about it.”
