Page 135 of Whispers of You
He groaned. “You’re killing me.”
I huffed. “I think that’s the other way around.”
Thanks to my ribs, we were on a strict sex ban, and the order was driving us both up the wall. But that didn’t stop Holt from showing me just how much he wanted and loved me. Ever since our talk, he’d made sure that I knew just where his head and heart were—with me.
Holt glanced down at his watch. “We should go.”
My stomach dipped but I nodded.
“You don’t have to do this. I can meet with Law—”
“No, I want to.” It was time to put all this to rest. As much as we could until the trial, anyway. I needed some of that closure.
Holt wove his fingers through mine. “I’ve got a surprise for you afterward.”
My brow arched at that. “Didn’t Jack warn you off surprises for a while?”
Holt grumbled something under his breath. “This is a good one. Promise.”
I stretched up on my tiptoes, ignoring the twinge in my ribs, and pressed a kiss to the underside of Holt’s jaw. “I trust you.”
He melted into me at that. “How long until the end of the ice age again?”
I laughed. “Two more weeks.”
Holt let out some creative expletives at that, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
* * *
Holt pulledto a stop in front of the police station, and I stared at the building. I hadn’t been back since my kidnapping. It looked different somehow. Maybe it was knowing that it had housed a killer. Perhaps it was just that it had been forever since I’d been away from work for this long.
I forced myself to open my door and slide out of Holt’s SUV. He was around the vehicle in a flash, taking my hand and squeezing it. I looked up at him. “Thank you. For everything.”
His expression softened, and he bent to kiss me. “Love you, Cricket.”
I’d never get tired of hearing those words. “Love you, too.”
As we started toward the station, the front door swung open, and Nash strode out, a scowl on his face. The downward pull of his lips was so uncharacteristic that my steps faltered.
“Nash Bash?”
His head snapped up from looking at his phone. “Hey.”
Little lines appeared between Holt’s brows. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Nash muttered.
A ball of worry formed in my stomach. “Doesn’t look like nothing.”
Nash grunted.
“Are you turning into Roan? Single-word answers and grunts are all you’re capable of?” Holt asked.
Nash scowled at his brother. “Maddie’s back.”
“Isn’t that a good thing? How long is she here for?” I asked.
A muscle underneath Nash’s eye began to twitch. “Apparently, she moved back. But she didn’t bother to let me know.”
