Page 13 of His Curvy Woman

“As of about six months ago, the last guy they were trying to send away was caught and sentenced to life without parole.”

“Six months? Why did it take you so long to get back here?”

“For the first two months, I didn’t believe it. I didn’t trust that Kozlov and his men were really put away for good. I was waiting for the backlash, but it never came. After a while of nothing happening, I started to have hope for a future that for the longest time was out of my reach.” I say and stroke her cheek with the back of my fingers. “I contacted Ramsey a couple of months ago and told him that it was finally safe for me to come home and asked him if there was a job at the firehouse.”

“Hold up,” She says, stopping me with her raised palm between us. “Ramsey knew what happened to you?” She asks, each word getting louder and louder.

“I called him before the U.S. Marshall made us give up our phones. He’s the only one I told.”

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me what happened.”

“He couldn’t. If anyone found out about us, we could have been captured or worse, killed. I shouldn’t have even told him because it’s against the rules, but selfishly if anything ever happened to me, I wanted someone to know.”

She’s quiet for a while thinking things through, I guess. There’s no rush for her to come to terms with what I’m telling her, I’m just glad that she knows now.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask.

She nods. “I’ll just have some water please.”

I’m about to stand up to get her a drink when I hear her stomach rumble. “It’s not Chilean Sea Bass, but I could order us some pizza.” I offer. “Do you still like white pizza?”

She gives me a pointed look. “Is the sky blue?” she asks, making me laugh.

“Well, not right now, it isn’t,” I say, earning me a light punch to the gut, but then her hand flattens, and she runs it along my abs.

“Jesus Hunter, when did all of this happen?” She makes a circular motion with her pointer finger around my body.

“Let me order the pizza, and then you can ask me anything you want to know.” I wink then stand and drop a kiss on the top of her head. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

“Go ahead, I’m going to find the bathroom.”

“Use mine, there isn’t anything in the guest bathroom.”

I go to the kitchen to grab my phone and order the pizza, then grab us both bottles of water. When I come back, Whitley is no longer in the living room, so I wait around for her to come back. While I’m waiting, I get a text from Ramsey.

Ramsey:Heard you stormed out of Russel’s with my sister.

Me: That was fast.

Ramsey: Welcome back to small-town living buddy.

Me:Isn’t that the truth. The waiter was too busy flirting with Whitley.

Ramsey: Sure, he was. I’ll save the ‘treat her right talk’ for my dad but know this. If you hurt her, I’ll kick your ass.

Me: I’ll kick my own ass fucker. Got to go.

When Whitley comes back, she looks happier. No, that’s not the right word. More at ease, I suppose. She slides her boots off her feet and places them out of the way then comes and sits right next to me on the couch.

“Ready?” She asks.

“For what?”

“To answer all of my questions.”

“Should I be worried?” She gives me a pointed stare and crosses her arms over her tits. “Of course,” I say.

“Where did you live?”

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