Page 98 of Ronen
Bash wiped at his eyes, smiling broadly. “Well, that’s just splendid now, isn’t it?”
Leaning down, I kissed Ronen hard. “We’re having a boy.”
“We are,” he giggled, relief in the sound. His entire body had visibly relaxed once Lily had assured us our baby wasn’t in danger.
“I love you,” I whispered, staring into his green eyes. “I thought I was going to lose you, and–”
“I know,” Ronen cupped my cheek. “I felt the same way. I love you so much, Mason. So much. I’m sorry I’ve been dragging my feet. I want us to live together, I don’t care what house, though yours makes more sense. I don’t want to live another minute without you, next to me, always.”
Joy overwhelmed me at his admission, only to be interrupted by a soft knock on the door. My deputy, Hank Anderson, poked his head in. “Can I see you outside, boss?”
“Ah, sure.” Untangling myself from Ronen, I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “I’ll be right back. And, yes, to all of that. Yes.”
I followed Hank down the corridor to a small waiting room that was empty. He had his little notepad out, that I knew he used at scenes and on calls.
“There was a small fire out on the edge of town,” Hank started, “at the old abandoned manufacturing plant.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I kept my face bland. “I heard.”
“And Ronen and Matthew Sinclair were both kidnapped, but I’m assuming you know that.”
“Yes, I’m aware, obviously. Ronen is my fated mate.”
“He’s okay?” Hank asked, looking up from his notes.
“Well enough.”
“And Matty?”
“Well enough.” We hadn’t heard otherwise yet, so I was going to put as many good thoughts out into the universe as possible.
“Do we know what was behind the kidnapping? Or who?”
I shrugged. “No clue.”
Hank stared at me hard and I stared right back, before he looked down at his notebook.
“There’s a whole lotta dead snake shifters that were found inside the building. Throats ripped out by some kind of animal.”
“Good riddance.” I ran a hand through my disheveled hair. “If you think I’m gonna feel bad that the people that took my mate, and nearly killed his brother, are dead, I’m not. Those rattler shifters cause nothing but trouble. Sweet Alps is better off with them dead.”
“You swore an oath,” Hank’s voice was soft.
“To my mate. And our child. Bad people come to bad ends. They got what they deserved.” My voice was hard, but I didn’t care what Hank, or anyone else, thought of my feelings on this matter.
“Some people driving in the vicinity reported seeing a–” he consulted his notebook once more, “–a really big thing flying in the sky, that was breathing fire, made god-awful noises, and I quote, ‘Looked like a dragon’. I suppose you don’t know anything about that either?”
“Dragons aren’t real,” I snorted. “Next thing you know, someone will report seeing a unicorn.”
Hank rolled his eyes. “That’s just crazy talk. We don’t need to spend our time chasing down sightings of mythical creatures.” He sighed loudly, “This has Jamie Sinclair’s name written allover it.”
“The man’s sons were kidnapped,” I snapped, “it seems like he defended them and himself. He got them back. That’s all I care about. I honestly don’t care by what means he did it. If he was involved.”
“If he was involved. ” Hank snapped his notebook shut. “This seems like a bunch of paperwork I don’t want to have to deal with. Self-defense. Let’s go with that.”
Nodding, I clapped him on the back. “Good man. Thank you, Hank.”
“I never wanted any of this to touch you. I’m so sorry.”
