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Darcy seemed harder about it than us. “He was a murderous scumbag who would have killed both of you in cold blood and not given it another thought.”
“Um… right.” I didn’t want my boss to think I was a wimp, so I lifted my chin. “It was a long, stressful day.” I gave him a falsely bright smile. “I’m sure I’ll feel better after a good night’s sleep.”
“Good.” He studied me, and then he straightened. “I’m glad you two are unharmed.” He raised his brows. “Okay, I’m gonna take off now. Good work, Blade.”
“Thanks.” I walked him to the door.
He squeezed my shoulder, and then he left. I closed the door and leaned my back against it, meeting Wyatt’s blank gaze.
“Your boss is intense.”
I gave a dry laugh. “Yeah. He’s been doing this a long time.”
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then he didn’t.
“What?” I frowned.
He grimaced. “Uh… do you mind if I spend the night?” His voice was soft. “It’s late and the idea of packing my stuff is daunting.”
Considering our combative relationship, I should have wanted him out of my home as fast as possible. But strangely enough, I didn’t. I wanted him to stay because if he left, I was alone with what a confused mess my life had become.
“Stay,” I said quietly.
His lips curved in a gentle smile. “Okay.”
I sighed. “But you’ll have to entertain yourself because I’m going to bed.”
He nodded and he held my gaze. “Thank you for what you did today.” His voice was husky. “You didn’t even hesitate.”
I pulled my brows together. “Of course not.”
He lifted one shoulder. “There were times the last few days when I suspected you’d let me take a bullet you disliked me so much.”
I bristled. “I wouldn’t. Not ever.”
“Yeah.” He gave me a funny smile. “Your job means way too much to you.”
“R… right.”
As I walked to my room, a funny feeling came over me. It was true that I loved my job, and the thought of allowing one of my clients to be injured was unthinkable. But I remembered very clearly how I’d felt out there today, shielding Wyatt with my body and scared that something might hurt him. My desire to protect him hadn’t merely been duty. It had felt way more personal than that. It had been as if anything that hurt him would have destroyed me too.
I pressed my hand to my stomach, confused and unsettled by the new emotions I felt toward Wyatt. Somewhere along the line, the man I’d loathed had become something more to me, and I had no idea how to face that startling truth.
Chapter Twelve
Wyatt
Blade was up when I came into the kitchen the next morning. He looked pale and tired, with dark circles under his eyes as he leaned against the sink, sipping coffee. “Morning,” he said softly.
“Good morning.” I poured myself some java. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Not really.”
I glanced at him as I stirred cream into my coffee. “I’d have thought you would sleep better since my Russian friend was neutralized.”
“I’m still pregnant,” he grumbled.
“Oh. Well, yeah.” I grimaced. “How are you feeling?”
