Page 67 of Blue Norther
“It’s fine. This doesn’t count towards my time after. Hank is a family first guy. He’d make it work for anyone.”
“That’s really nice of him. So, no more deputies in the driveway?”
“Nope. Just a deputy in your bed.”
“Jackpot.” I giggled. “As long as it’s only this one deputy I’ve had my eye on for a while now.”
“Ma’am, if you describe him to me, I might be able to put in a special request for you.”
“Well, you see, he’s older.”
“Ouch.”
“Excuse you? I’m older, too. Older is wise. Older is understanding. Older is hot.”
“Well, when you put it that way…continue please.”
He smiled as my fingers made their way back to his jaw. He was carrying so much tension in his body. I pressed firmly into the joint, loving the groan that resonated in his chest.
“And he’s got these two incredibly sexy salt and pepper patches of hair starting at his temple.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What else?” Colt egged me on.
“Well, he wears the hottest reading glasses known to mankind. Seriously, the government should look into labeling him a weapon of mass destruction when he puts those things on.”
“Mm.”
“And he has a lot of tattoos, but you’ll know it's the right guy because of one very special tattoo.”
“Right over his heart?”
“Right over his heart.”
“Sounds like the kind of man you’d want to keep.”
I knew he was joking, but when one eye popped open, I couldn’t help but answer truthfully.
“He’s the kind of man I never wanted to let go of. The kind of man who is so good, so safe. He makes everything scary and bad fade away. He makes me believe that no matter what, good things are coming for us.” I dropped my voice to a whisper, scared out of my mind to keep speaking. But I did. “I’ve loved him my whole life.”
Colt’s hand came up off the mattress and captured mine. I melted as he pressed his lips to the center of my palm. “He’s loved you his whole life too, darlin’. I promise.”
Violet
Ijerked awake, my face wet with tears as I blinked into the darkness. It felt like I’d been stuck in that dream for days, but it was still the middle of the night.
Groaning, I lifted Colt’s arm off my belly, only to replace his touch with my own.
I waited for one kick. One roll. Anything.
Please, baby.
That dream had felt so real my heart was still pounding in my chest. I could feel the emotions burning in my throat.
The baby was in my arms and then he was just…gone.
