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“That says you’re too ill to be finger fucked.” Kade slid in beside her, his arm pulling her close. “Tomorrow will be soon enough for fucking.”

“Spoilsport.” She cuddled into him and reached for her sandwich at the same time, feeling more content than she had all day. She was tucked up against her husband, good food, her child safely growing beneath her heart, and with a plan to rescue her other child. She knew it would be difficult, but she could handle difficult.

“I was thinking that as soon as we get Matthew back, we should renew our vows.” Kade filched a fry from her plate. “What better way to solidify our family than to go before God and recommit ourselves and our family?”

That had to be the sweetest thing he’d ever said to her. Kade knew how religious she was. Sure, she never pushed her religion on anyone, and she didn’t really talk about it, but her parents had ingrained a healthy respect for the Church in both her and her brother, Peter.

Kade grew up in the Church, but he didn’t really think about it as much as she did. For him, he knew God existed, but he didn’t go to services, and she suspected he rarely prayed. Not because he wasn’t raised to be devout. He’d just suffered a lot in life that steered him away from prayer and churchgoing. This offer from Kade spoke to his love for her more than his love of the Church.

A tear leaked out, and she brushed it away. Damn hormones.

“Hey, now, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He swiped at another tear that escaped. “I thought this would make you happy.”

“It does.” She hiccupped. “I don’t know why I’m crying. Stupid hormones.”

“I know our first wedding wasn’t what you wanted. It was in front of the justice of the peace with your brother and Jasmine as witnesses.”

“And a white summer dress from Target. Not even close to a wedding dress.” She remembered that day vividly. It had been pouring down rain. At the time, she thought it was a bad omen, and later, after the losing the baby and Peter’s murder, she’d thought she should have listened to her instincts about the rain. Rain, however, was not a bad omen. It was a very good omen, so in retrospect, that good omen had brought her and Kade back together again.

“I think Peter grouched about that dress more than you did.” Kade chuckled, and it vibrated through her. She loved his laugh. It made her want to grin all the time.

“He was pissed about the whole thing. He wanted me to have a church wedding but gave in when you said your family couldn’t come.”

“I did a lot of lying back in those days.” The somber tone that slid over her this time made her tense. He had lied so much back then. She’d never really known him, only the pieces he allowed her to see. “I wanted so much to tell you everything, but my handler wouldn’t let me. I was scared shitless you’d leave me when you found out the truth, so I didn’t push him.”

“I would have left you.” Angel turned so she could look him in the eyes. “I was a stubborn, hotheaded ass who thought I knew everything. I would have left, and Peter still would have died. Stop blaming yourself for everything. We can’t change the past. We can only move forward and try to make the future better than what we left behind us.”

“You are a wise woman, wife.” He swooped down and kissed her. Her toes curled when he deepened the kiss, and she wanted to yank him back the moment he withdrew. “Ah-ah, woman. Do you want me to get kicked out?”

“No.” She settled back against him, aroused and knowing there wasn’t a damn thing Kade could do about it. Bastard.

“Then stop acting like a spoiled brat.” He took the sting out of the words with a kiss to her temple. “Eat, get some sleep, and tomorrow we’ll be on our way to Florida.”

“If it’s a boy, I want to name him Peter.”

Kade was silent for a moment. “I think that’s a great idea, baby. Peter Ronin Kincaid.”

“Your father’s name?” Angel asked, surprised. She was certain he’d want to add in his own name.

“Yes. I’m worried about him. He’s had this ongoing cough for a while. I think Dimitri talked him into going to the doctor, but I’m afraid. I want him to meet his grandson named for him in case he’s sick.”

“Then we’ll name him Ronin Peter. We don’t want the kid picked on and called names. Peter was tormented in school over his name.”

Kade laughed and hugged her. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re very welcome. Now, let’s eat before my stomach claws its way out to reach the food.”

They settled in for the night, and Angel couldn’t really think of anything but tomorrow and the flight to Miami. She would have her baby back soon.

And if anyone stood between her and her son, God help them.

The morning had rushed by. Between another CT, the police detectives, and the general nonsense of getting released from the hospital, Angel had been about ready to scream.

Security was yet another hassle at the airport. TSA held her up, doing one of their random searches and chemical tests. Just her luck to be the recipient of the special attention. It wasn’t until they were in the air and on their way that she’d relaxed.

Conner met them when they landed. The what-the-fuck look on her face prompted Kade to explain his brother had driven down last night. Conner wouldn’t have been able to transport weapons on the plane. They’d have tossed his ass in jail.

“Get in. We have company.”

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