Page 210 of Come Back to Me

“Aside from a severe case of SPS, he didn’t like being left behind.”

“Can’t blame him. You’re hot.”

“Why, thank you. With the way he’d whined, you’d think Charlize Theron dumped him, and I’m not her.”

“Well aware. You have better tits than her,” he says dismissively.

Internally, I freeze, but then he shoves me into a small office so I can demand, “You think I have better tits thantheCharlize Theron?”

“Sure do.”

With a syndrome of my own (one-tit-bigger-than-the-other syndrome), I leap at him and pepper kisses all over his face in thanks.

He laughs as I do. “I really love this, but I don’t have time—there are criminals in need of booking.”

I smack a bunch more on his cheeks for good measure before planting a final one on his mouth. “Maybe youarea keeper after all.”

His lips quirk to the side as he leans back on a desk. Then, he grabs my hips and draws me between his thighs.

My hands settle on his chest, but that’s when I see the blood dotting his shirt, some of it having splashed so far as his throat. The close contact has any lingering amusement fading.

“You nearly died!”

“I didn’t. I’d tell you if it was that bad.”

I peep up at him. “You would?”

His gaze turns softer than melted butter. “I promise.”

“I can handle the truth.”

“I know.”

“Zee can’t. She’d shit herself. But I’m tough.”

“Hard as nails, that’s you.”

Nodding, I whisper, “Did you kill someone?”

“No.”

I sag into him. “I’m glad. Not because I’m sure the person who died didn’t deserve it, but because I don’t think you could deal with that.”

“You’re probably right. Though, I’m not sure anyone deserves a bullet through the brain.”

“He was in an MC, wasn’t he?”

“Yes.” He pauses. “Zee works for an MC.”

“No. She works for the lawyer whorepresentsan MC. And everyone knows that MCs in Canada are horrible, whereas in the US, they’re nice.”

His brows lift. “You’ll have to tell me the logic behind that another time.”

“Sure thing.” I let my fingers rub over his jaw. “I was really worried.”

“I don’t want you to worry, but I’m glad you care.”

“You know I do. We did that yesterday.”

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