Page 92 of Erik's Redemption
Not that the womanhadany damn flaws. Each part of her was as perfect as the next.
The corners of her lips lifted. “We can agree to disagree.”
“Luckily, I have a lifetime to convince you.”
And there it was again. The small hesitation in her expression. The ghost in her eyes.
He leaned back a bit. “Hey. Are you okay?”
Her eyes widened just a fraction, but it was enough for his heart to slam against his ribs. No. Everything wasn’t okay.
“Angel, if something’s wrong, you need to tell me.”
Fear flashed in her eyes, and it made his entire body ice.
“Hannah—”
The ringing of his phone cut off his words.
“Get it,” she whispered.
“No. Tell me what’s going on.”
“Erik, it can wait. Answer the call.”
He remained exactly where he was, waiting for the ringing to end. It did. But immediately started back up again.
Goddammit. He rolled to his side and put the phone to his ear. “What, Chandler?”
“Damn, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
He took a moment to breathe through his frustration. “I’m sorry. What is it?”
“We have a location for the trafficking group, and I need to know if you want in. Rachel stayed in town for this, so she’s going, but she could use a second person.”
Erik ran a hand through his hair. He knew Rachel had stayed for the job. When she started something, she always saw it through. It almost became an obsession for her. “When?”
“That’s the thing…it’s tonight. My source says they’ll be moving again tomorrow. If you say yes, I’ll send the information so you can go through everything before you leave.”
Something hard and uncomfortable slammed into his gut. Oden was gone, but he still didn’t want Hannah out of his sight. He wasn’t sure when he would.
“It’s too soon, Chandler. I need to be with Hannah.”
Smooth, warm hands touched his back. He turned to see Hannah beside him, shaking her head.
“I’m fine,” she said quietly. “Take the job.”
“Hannah—”
“It’s been days. My physical health is fine. My mental health is fine. I’m not in danger. You go. I need to spend time with Brigid anyway.”
He wanted to growl—becausehewas the one who wouldn’t be fine. But how did he tell her that?
“So…” Chandler said softly. “You in?”
Hannah mouthed, “Go.”
Hedidwant to nail these assholes, and she probably knew it. He bit back a curse. “I’m in.”
