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There was nothing he wanted more than to get his wife out of this bullshit, and back home to deal with their own bullshit.

Oh, and that said a lot.

NOLA bullshit was all kinds of trouble.

Chapter Ten

Saturday Morning

Lucian and Bishop’s

Bedroom

Six A.M.

To say the least, it had been a long-ass night, and Lucian was feeling each and every second of it. He’d made sure to barely sleep, just so he could ensure that his wife, and the man beside him, were safe in the house.

Would he pay for it today?

Yeah, probably, but there was no way he was going to risk either of them to this darkness that was after him.

The bottom line was that Ridge was fighting for his life, and from being connected with him, he was able to be in his head, watching the dreams unfold.

In each of them, he was haunted.

Not by his dead wife, but what had happened to her just hours ago.

He was running, and he was in a perpetual state of shock and pain.

Feeling that…

There was no way he was going to sleep.

Bishop, on the other hand, was very intuitive. She woke a few times, asked him if he was okay, and then was also checking on both of them.

She was now waking up, just like Ridge.

If anything, they were all morning people. Now, they’d be privy to how this encounter was going to go down.

Because Ridge had yet to realize that he was not alone, and by alone, he meant with Bishop three feet from him as he was cuddled up against her husband.

In fact, his hand was millimeters from Lucian’s morning wood, and there was no doubt Bishop was damn well aware of it.

How did he know?

Oh, he knew his wife.

When he looked over, his wife was watching him. Not only was she was wide awake, but her intuitive cop eyes rarely missed anything.

Yeah, his wife was on her game when it came to her man.

Oh, well, this was going to set the pace for their relationship, and he knew it. Because this was all in Bishop’s court, he had no choice but to let her run it.

They’d broken the rule, granted it was inadvertent, but still, it was their price to pay. Bishop would now get to decide what made her comfortable and uncomfortable.

The two of them would have to go from there.

I love you, he mouthed.