Page 136 of Rogue Mission
Spence clears his throat, his gaze bouncing away, but coming right back to Liberty. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”
His rumble is low, huskier than his usual tone, and I’m so intrigued I could pop.
“I’ll let y’all catch up,” he says with one more lingering look before he disappears down the corridor.
The air he leaves behind hums.
Liberty stares after him, brow furrowed. Then she glances at Justice.
“Who,” she says slowly, “was that?”
Justice exhales, long and low, like he just spotted a storm on the horizon and he’s getting ready to batten down the home front.
His answer is a low growl.
“That,” he says, without looking away from the hallway Spence disappeared down, “is a problem I didn’t know we had.”
And from the look on Liberty’s face…
The problem has already begun.
Justice sets me aside, kisses my temple. “I’ll be back.”
Liberty and I watch him stalk away, the same direction Spence just went.
“Well,” I say, “shall we go find some breakfast?”
Liberty’s blushing when she gathers up her purse. “Good plan, I’mstarving.”
FORTY-NINE
“You still taste like icing even after two showers,” I tease that evening. “Or maybe it’s just all that sweetness coming to the surface.”
Justice picks me up, towel and all, and carries me to the bed, which is one of the wonders of the world.
It’s a gigantic expanse covered in velvet and fur, under the dome of a cave roof that makes the scientist in me stare in awe.
“Damn, Beast. He ground that stuff into every pore on my face,” Justice mutters.
He’s still talking about thecupcake attack,as it will forever be known.
“It was awesome,” I say with a warm laugh. “But the proposal…that was the real icing on the cake.”
He spreads me out on the covers with the utmost care. Kissing my neck before he pulls back. “Thank you for saying yes.”
I stare at him. “Are you serious? I can’t go back to the boring life I had before, not once I’ve been Justified.”
He grins.
“Justicized? Or maybe it’s Justifornicated?” I tease.
He traces the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, dark gaze lingering before he flicks his gaze back to mine. And that’s where it stays locked as he says, “You’ve been claimed, that’s what happened.”
I’m not going to lie. That word—claimed—lights my fuse.
“Yes, I have,” I whisper, happiness tingly and sharp in my throat.
He silences any and all conversation with a kiss that’s one-hundred percent business.
