Page 47 of Midnight Legacy

“No alarms have tripped on my phone.”

“Yeah, I think the picture was before Cassandra moved in.”

“How do you know?” Cassandra asked in a small voice beside me.

“No cushions, baby. When you moved in, my apartment was infected with the little buggers. They seem to breed every time I’m not looking.”

“Best to stab one as a warning to the rest of them,” Jordan said. “They disappeared in my apartment when I began to exact my revenge on them.”

I dreaded to think what that meant, but Jordan had always been a control freak who hated ‘fluff’ in his living space.

“Yeah, I’m not going to divorce court over cushions,” I replied.

“I’ll be on the road in five and meet in your apartment when we arrive. Any more problems, let me know.”

“No worries. Chat soon.”

What Cassandra wouldn’t know was that right now Jordan would be in the security camera system and checking all the alarms. A protection team would already be en route to our apartment. I was taking no chances with the security of my family.

“Why is he texting me now?”

“He was connected with Marco and he disappeared with a huge supply of jewels. My guess is that they’re still looking for him and probably think you’re a vulnerable target.”

“We should have gone to the police, told them what happened,” she said. Cassandra beat herself up every day about what occurred that night. The only reason I was alive was because she’d lifted that gun.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I slipped her phone into my pocket and grabbed her hand. The number that texted her would be in our system within minutes of me getting home. That asshole would be having an unexpected accident in the near future.

“You’ve gone all growly.” Cassandra sat sideward in her seat to study me.

I gave a mock growl that resulted in her smiling. “You know how I feel about people threatening you, Cas. That’s never going to change. He knows you’re married. Hell, he even saw your ring. You never once gave the guy the impression that you were interested, yet, he keeps coming after you.”

“Do you think he targeted me in the pub that night?” Cassandra asked, her thumb rubbing up and down the side of my hand.

I shot her a quick look. “Why would you think that?”

She shrugged. “Because when Megan is with me, no one ever asks for my number. Do you think Malcolm found me before I went home?”

It was a good question, but not the part of what she said that I addressed. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. There is no comparison between you and Megan. She may be beautiful, but I’ll be honest with you, baby. You’re the whole package.”

“You don’t need to make me try to feel better, Zee. I know she’s stunning, she always has been. I’m not jealous of her, just stating a fact.”

We were on the outskirts of London, but I came off the motorway at the next junction and found a layby to park in. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I turned to face my infuriating wife. Her mouth fell open as I grabbed her face between my hands.

“Next time you compare yourself to others and find yourself wanting, I will suspend you from the ceiling and spank that sexy ass of yours until you can’t sit for a week. Do I make myself clear?”

Her eyes widened into huge orbs, watching me wordlessly.

To drive home my point, I smashed my lips into hers. One day she would realise that she was the one woman in the world that I chose to be by my side. There would always be someone smarter, someone prettier, but there would only ever be one Cassandra.

She moaned, melting into me the way she always did. It was the reason I always ended an argument with a kiss. With her mouth busy and her arousal levels soaring, she never stayed mad at me for long. I broke away, my forehead pressed to hers.

“I mean it, Cassandra. You need to see yourself through my eyes every once in a while.”

The only time I used her full name was when I wanted her attention.

“I was being honest earlier. It was the first time a man looked at both of us in a bar and approached me. At the time, I put it down to feeling sexy because I’d agreed to a date with you in The Midnight Rooms.”

I kissed the tip of her nose and her eyes fluttered shut. “I just wanted to make sure you know how I feel about you devaluing yourself.”

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