Chapter 28
Girlfriend
The bath is too warm. The air smells like citrus oil. Lucas is behind me, fingers tracing lazy patterns along my thighs beneath the water.
It’s quiet.
Peaceful.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were just a normal couple on holiday , soaking together, trading soft kisses between sips of champagne.
But we’re not normal.
We’re us.
He brushes my damp hair aside and presses a kiss to the back of my neck. His stubble grazes my skin, and I melt all over again.
“Still okay?” he murmurs.
I nod. “A little sore. A lot smug.”
His chuckle rumbles against my spine as his arms wrap tighter around my waist.
“You earned it.”
We sat like that for a while. Not needing to talk. Just… being.
Until the doorbell rings.
Lucas sighs against my neck. “I swear if that’s Logan”
“It’s Logan,” a voice calls, followed by a hard knock. “Open up, lover boy.”
Lucas groans. “Of course it is.”
***
Ten Minutes Later
Lucas answers the door in joggers, hair still damp. Casual as hell.
Logan saunters in, dropping a wrapped bundle on the counter. It clinks.
I eye it. “Is that…?”
“A Glock and sixty grand,” Logan says casually. “The usual.”
I blink. “Right. Of course. Like groceries.”
He turns to me, eyes sharp but amused. “You cool?”
I glance at Lucas. He just shrugs, tossing a towel over the cash like it’s nothing.
“She’s good,” he says. Then, without pause: “She’s my girlfriend.”
I freeze.
Girlfriend?
Logan lifts a brow. “Since when?”
“Since I met her.” Lucas doesn’t even flinch.
My heart lurches.
Logan whistles low. “You’re soft. Bonnie’s gonna tear you apart for this.”
Lucas smirks. “Let her try.”
Logan turns to me, lips twitching. “Welcome to the family, sweetheart. Hope you like guns and generational trauma.”
And just like that, he’s gone. A whirlwind leaving behind silence and a suspicious duffle bag.
I stare at Lucas. “Girlfriend?”
He strolls over, hooks a hand around my waist, pulls me flush against him. His voice drops.
“You’ve had your mouth on me, my come inside you, my name in your throat, and my soul in your back pocket for weeks, Maddy. What else would I call you?”
My breath hitches. “Oh.”
His grin is sharp. “You gonna fight me on it?”
I smirk. “No. But I am gonna steal your hoodie.”