Page 98 of The Monster and the Last Blood Match

“Come on, Brian,” Drew said. Brian joined in on the hug.

When they pulled away, she could tell Brian was still upset, but he managed a smile for her. “You always have a home here if it doesn’t work out. Promise to come back.”

“I will. As often as I can.”

They followed her over to Beckham’s town car. They each shook his hand. “Take care of our sister,” Brian said.

“I fully intend to,” Beckham said.

They nodded in some unspoken agreement. Then she and Beckham got into the car and were driving away. She swiveled in her seat and watched her brothers as she left the Warehouse District behind all over again.

Chapter Thirty

When her brothers were finally out of her line of vision, she plopped back down in her seat and tugged her baseball cap off of her head. “How much of that did you hear?” she asked.

He gave her a pointed look, and she nodded.

“Right. All of it.”

“They love you,” Beckham said.

“Yes, they do. Very much so.”

“You could have stayed.”

She shook her head. “You and I both know that isn’t true.”

“They wanted you to.”

“And a part of me still wants to be with them,” she admitted. “But I want to see where this goes, Becks. It’s not an easy road, but it’s one that I’m willing to travel with you.”

He reached for her hand, and they laced their fingers together. It was nice and made her sigh. Everything wasn’t right with the world, but the here and now was too wonderful not to relish in.

Beckham was staring at her, not saying anything. He wasn’t even looking at his phone. She had become so accustomed to the thing glued to his face that she wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Nothing urgent or pressing?” she asked.

“No.”

“No text messages you need to send? Emails you need to reply to? Charts you need to look at?”

He smirked. “No.”

“I thought it would be a busy day after what happened.”

“It might be,” he acknowledged.

“I’m not complaining, but normally you’re kind of attached to your phone.” It was almost a little bit disconcerting to have the full weight of his gaze on her.

“Did you never ascertain thatyouwere the reason I was always plugged in?”

Reyna cleared her throat and looked anywhere but at his penetrating gaze. “I mean, I didn’t think that was the sole reason,” she volunteered. “I figured you were busy?”

He laughed, and it had a lightness she had never heard before. “Sure. I’m busy. All the time. But when you’re in the car with me, I can’t concentrate. I get nothing done. All I could think about was this,” he said, grasping the back of her head and pulling her in for a fierce kiss.

She practically climbed into his lap she was so ready to have his lips on her. She didn’t care that she was in ratty jeans and a T-shirt while he was in a two-thousand-dollar suit. All she wanted was to feel him again, feel him ashersfor the first time. God, she couldn’t wait to get him home. She was going to finally get to rip off this damn suit and find outexactlywhat was underneath it.

“Reyna,” he groaned. He bit her lip lightly and dragged it between his teeth. She arched her back and pressed her pelvis down onto him.

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