Page 109 of Heartbreak Hero

His blue eyes searched her face, then dropped to her belly.

She smiled and placed her hands beneath her swollen stomach. At nine months pregnant, she was due any time.

“I’m fine, she is doing somersaults.”

“Hmm.” He smiled, moved her away from the door, and booted it closed.

She drank him in. He’d been gone from her for two weeks, and she had yearned for him every minute.

Voices filtered in from the backyard.

“Who’s all here?”

“The gang.”

Which consisted of Lily, Max, Michelle, William, and Rowan Morgan, the newest bodyguard recruit.

Levi wrapped her up in his arms, and she let him hold her.

Their relationship had been a whirlwind of activity over the past six months. First thing they had done was to take a trip together. Levi had suggested the Bahamas, and Sara had loved the idea.

It was there lazing around in the sun and sand that she had gotten to know the man in her arms. It was there that they had begun a life together.

Their only real fight had been when she wanted to put Levi’s name on this house. He had flat-out said no. The man had argued that it wasn’t his money. Sara had volleyed right back that it would be his when they got married.

It was still a hard no. But she forgave him. She got that he was prideful, and Levi refused to take money from his parents.

She didn’t mind. She wouldn’t change Levi for the world.

She loved him just the way he was. They didn’t always get along, but their love was growing stronger day by day, and that love kept them together when the going got rough.

They were both stubborn.

Yet so alike in many ways.

Levi was her perfect match.

Her heartbreak hero turned out to be the love of her life.

THE END

To my fans, as always, these stories are for you. -Reese

To my wonderful family, this one’s for you. -Mckenna

SNEEK PEEK OFLETHAL(OPERATION JUSTICE FORCE BOOK ONE)

Adam

“Son of a bitch.”

Yeah, getting shot was not a good way to start the day, but it could have been worse.

Adam pressed the edge of his t-shirt against the bullet wound in his left side and slipped down the alley, hugging the shadows. When running footsteps drew near, he stepped back against the damp brick wall.

With the Ruger—fully loaded and silenced—clenched in his grip, he pushed hard into his side to stem the flow of blood.

He needed to reassess his attacker’s desire to kill him.

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