Chapter Twenty-Seven
Two months later
“I’ll be there for Uncle Joe’s trial,” Mercy told Mateo on the phone. “I’m still in shock that he was involved with Cross, but glad that he’s pleaded guilty. This will be much easier on the family.” She spotted Jag standing in the doorway to the bedroom. “I have to go. Love you.” She clicked off.
“Are you ready?” Jag asked.
Mercy looked at herself one final time in the mirror, added lip gloss, and stood. “I’m ready.”
After the events at the farmhouse, Mercy had handed over the chip and told Mateo everything that Howie told her. With Cross dead and many other individuals being investigated, Mercy didn’t regret the risks she took that day.
She and Jag had grown close. She’d never been happier. She’d come to stay at Storm Pass recently, after Bryar and Puma had their baby. Mercy couldn't wait to meet the little girl.
“Do I look okay?” she asked, shimmying to show off her sundress.
“You look beautiful, but you do know the baby doesn’t care what you’re wearing.” Jag kissed her on the forehead.
“I disagree. Every first impression is important,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into him.
“I was wondering…”
“Yeah?”
Jag cleared his throat. “You have an opening for a security position. I want to apply for it.”
She drew back, narrowing her gaze on him. “Excuse me? I thought you liked being here at Storm Pass.”
“I do, but I love being with you more. You once said we’re adults and it’s okay for us to follow our needs. Well, sweetheart, I’m following mine. I want to be wherever you are because you’re my home. My person.”
“Constantine Jagerson! Are you toying with my emotions?”
“Not at all, sweetheart. I’m telling you my feelings. Are you going to make this difficult for me?”
“Please, continue,” she urged.
“As I was saying, I want to be where you are. If it’s Denver, then so be it. If it’s in Timbuktu, I’m in. If you don’t want this—”
She pressed her lips against his. “I want this very much,” she said, pulling back.
“Good, because I love you more than the stars in the sky. No doubt.”
“It’s about time. I love you.” She smiled. “SMJ Security has a nice ring to it.”
Not the end but only the beginning.
From the author:
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Rhonda Lee Carver
At an early age, Rhonda fell in love with romance novels, knowing one day she ’ d write her own love story. Life took a short detour, but when the story ideas were no longer contained, she decided to dive in and write. Her first plot was on a dirty napkin she found buried in her car. Eventually, she ran out of napkins. With baby on one hip and laptop on the other, she made a dream into reality—one word at a time.
Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty and women who are smart, strong and flawed. She loves writing about the everyday hero.
When Rhonda isn't crafting sizzling manuscripts, you will find her busy editing novels, blogging, juggling kids and animals (too many to name), dreaming of a beach house and keeping romance alive. Oh, and drinking lots of coffee to keep up with her hero and heroine.