Page 86 of Wildest Forever

“For your first kiss?” he says with a cocky smirk on his face as he leans against the kitchen door frame, his eyes dancing up and down my body and I slap my hand against the top of his arm before I am walking towards the refrigerator, sliding out steaks.

“For the mole... for the ski slopes... for everything?” I swallow. “Because I feel like the longer this goes on, the harder it is going to be to fight this battle between the suits.”

“I have no idea yet. Me, Riggs and Tripp are going to sit down with Conrad, Buck, Marty and Austin to see if we can come up with anything, but also to make up something to see if it gets back to the guys who are trying to fuck us over,” and I hum in agreement as I grab some fresh vegetables and produce that I need for dinner.

“Do you think that will work?” I ask, my voice a little higher.

“I hope so, if not I will have to line them all up and shoot them,” he replies deadpan and I turn quickly on my heel, dizziness causing my head to spin for just a moment before my horrified look settles on him.

He holds his hands up, lips tugging into a smirk. “I’m joking...” he trails off and I am not sure if I believe him or not.

“There must be a better way,” I say softly, slowly turning to face the work surface again but not before trailing my eyes across my shoulder and giving him the once over.

“Yeah... torture...” he wiggles his brows, and I find myself sighing heavily at his response.

“I'm joking,” he says again but I am getting the impression he isn't.

“Okay, so being serious now...” I trail off when I hear the sound of his footsteps echoing behind me.

“Yes wife?” his front is to my back, and I find my breath hitching as his fingers curl around my hip.

“What if there isn't a mole?” I whisper, slicing into the vegetables.

“But there is...” his breath is on the back of my neck causing my skin to pebble.

“How certain are you?” I ignore the way my skin is burning under his soft touch.

“Very,” his grip tightens, and my chest expands as I swallow down a mouthful of air, willing it to relieve the burning that is slowly torturing me inside out.

“Okay,” I whisper, my knife trembling as I hover it over the peppers when his hand places over mine and I freeze.

“Why are you so interested?” he whispers, and I find myself turning slightly, my eyes cast down to where his hand is.

“Just so I know if you're going to be bringing danger to my doorstep.”

“Never,” he brushes his lips against the back of my neck ever so gently, like a feather tracing across my skin and my breath catches at the back of my throat.“I would never do that to you,” he reassures me just as he presses my hand down gently so the knife is now on the work surface before he spins me around, so I have no other option than to look at him.

I give him a nod because I know deep down, he wouldn't, but it still brings worry to me.

“I just wish this would all go away,” I whisper, dropping my eyes for a moment.

“There is no need to wish, it will go away, I promise.”

His fingers are on my chin as he lifts me to look at him, his eyes volleying between mine.

“I am just trying to be open with you, you heard part of my conversation, I don't want to keep you in the dark. You're my wife, this will affect you too, so I want to tell you what my plans are.”

I nibble the inside of my lip.

“But I promise you Morgan, this will all be over with soon.”

Silence crackles between us for a moment or two before he is stepping back and disappearing upstairs.

Letting my breath slow, my heart is back to beating steadily in my chest, I turn and get back to cooking supper.

It's not long before I am walking the dishes into the dining room, Pacey has laid the table and is sitting waiting for me.

The head of the table is empty, and a sad smile finds itself on my lips.

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