Page 117 of Breaking the Rules
She didn’t know if she would have hit him again or not, but Xavier was grabbing her arm and dragging her back.
“Are you hurt? Angel? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine. I swear, X. Hit me in the vest.”
Xavier, not taking her word, patted her down to make sure she was, in fact, still wearing the bulletproof vest he’d outfitted her with.
Finally satisfied that she wasn’t bleeding out, he let them sink down to the floor in each other’s arms. Brad groaned pitifully next to them. The flashlight lay on the floor illuminating his crumpled form in its beam.
“I really wanted to shoot him,” Xavier lamented, his breathing still heavy.
“Sorry, X,” Waverly said. “What took you so long, by the way?”
“The tail I had on Tomasso got waylaid by security and lost him when he drove onto the lot, so we didn’t have an exact location on him. Do you know how big these fucking buildings are? We went in on the far side and had to hike through some kind of Willy Wonka meets John Wayne disaster.”
“I take it you got my message at the market then.”
“What? The Invictus knock with the foot attached to the ankle wearing your tracker?”
Waverly smiled in the dark. “You’re so damn smart. I knew you’d get it.”
“We used it to track you to the stage. How is it still working by the way? I gave that to you five years ago.”
Waverly shrugged under the weight of her bulletproof vest. “I had Micah replace the battery in it for me last week. I thought it might come in handy.”
“God, you’re sexy when you’re an evil genius,” Xavier chuckled.
“Please tell me we got what we needed.”
“We made it just in time for Hansen to get the earful we needed.”
“Thank God. I was getting a little nervous there. I was worried Carolina and I were going to have to shoot our way out. I’d already played the breakfast picture card with Kate tooling around in the convertible with Petra and Grigory. Anatoli’s pictures were perfect, by the way.”
Xavier pressed a kiss to her temple. “It was a good plan,” he admitted.
“I changed my mind,” she said leaning back against him. She felt him tense.
“About getting married?” he asked carefully.
“No. About your timing. It’s excellent. Is Hansen, okay? That was a pretty direct shot.”
“Yeah, took one in the vest. He’s mad as hell from what I heard before I left to chase you. I hope he takes it out on the feds for fucking all this up.”
“Is my mom okay?”
“Once the shock of seeing her daughter go all spy girl on her wears off, she’ll be fine. She was kicking one of Brad’s muscle in the balls when I came after you.”
“Like mother like daughter,” Waverly grinned. “Are you mad at me for going after him?”
“Oh, hell yeah. But I’m going to wait to yell at you until later.”
“I appreciate you using your discretion. We should get back,” Waverly sighed. “Help them clean up this mess.”
Xavier nuzzled her ear. “Definitely.”
She made a purring sound at the back of her throat. But when she shifted to find his mouth, she felt something warm and wet against her side.
“Xavier, either you just had the most inopportune orgasm or you’ve been shot.”
