Page 112 of Swerve (Boosted Hearts 1)

A grin spread across my face. Somehow Ruby could make me smile, even at a time like this, when I wanted something so bad I could barely remember to breathe. She made me see things differently, better. We’d worked several cases together, so far so good. She had excellent instincts. I still worried enough to give myself ulcers, but I was learning to deal with my feelings, my control issues, and my fear, in a way that didn’t result in me smothering my woman half to death. It wasn’t easy. Some days were harder than others, but now I was aware of it, where it was coming from, it was easier to get a handle on.

Valery’s trial had thankfully been cut and dry. She was locked up and would be for the rest of her life. Ruby would never have to see that bitch ever again.

I turned to her. “You know we’re going to have to give her those grand-babies now, right?”

Her eyes were dancing, the light inside her so bright, she took my breath away.

A small smile curled the corners of her mouth. “Do you think I’d make a good mom one day?”

I reached out and brushed my thumb across her jaw. “You’d be an amazing mom.”

Her smile brightened, her lips quivering slightly. “I think you’d be an amazing dad.”

I knew she had fears, doubts about having kids. I also knew she’d be a fantastic mother when the time came. We’d have the family neither of us ever had. We’d muddle through it together. But for now, we were just enjoying each other.

She grinned. “We’ll be amazing parents.”

“You know it.”

She gave my thigh a squeeze. “So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?”

“I think we should go home and look more deeply into this parenting thing.”

She batted her lashes at me. “Hmm? Like research?”

“Sure.” My voice sounded rough as hell.

“What kind of research?”

“Making one. I think we should practice, lots and lots, so when we eventually decide to knock you up, we have it down.”

She kept her expression serious. “I concur. Practice is vital.”

I chuckled. “You got your cuffs?”

Her eyes flared and she lifted her handbag and gave it a little shake. “Of course. I’m always prepared.” Then her grin was back. “How fast can you drive?”

I burst out laughing, my heart damn near full to bursting. “Hold on and don’t let go.”

“Never,” she whispered.

Never.