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I wanted to keep my eye on Dr. Douche. What can I say? I’m a territorial fucking asshole.

Beyond that, I wasn’t willing to take my eyes off Kat. I couldn’t help blaming myself for leaving her. What the fuck had I been thinking? Why had I walked out that door and let her push me away?

Her ex had shown up that very night. He’d had his goons watching us and was holed up in a hotel the next town over, waiting for the right time to make his move. He’d had it planned for months, taking her, scaring her, putting the fear back into her that she’d worked so hard to forget. He’d taken her to that lighthouse to buy some time, waiting for the storm to pass. He knew I’d come looking for her at her place and he’d needed the time to beat her back down before taking her back to Chicago with him.

When he’d taken her, he’d also threatened my life, thrown picture after picture of us together on the table. The idea made me sick that someone had been watching us in our most intimate moments, when I’d been running my hands over her body, murmuring in her ear, thinking how much I loved her. She’d caved as soon as she saw the pictures of us together and promised to do whatever he’d said.

He’d ordered one of his goons to get rid of her car then he’d had her write the note.

Shame ate away at me because his plan had worked. I wanted to think I would have followed her despite the note. I loved her, but in reality, the only thing that had led me to her that night was the yellow glow coming from the lighthouse. If not for that, I might have never found her, might have never even gone after her, and who knows what would have happened? I don’t know if he would have killed her. I liked to think not, but either way, Kat and I didn’t talk about it.

There was also her dad.

Little had she known that he’d been keeping an eye on her. He explained to me while Kat napped that he thought she was finally protected when she married Jeremy. He read every newspaper article and watched the TV coverage, marveled at the beautiful woman she’d grown into. That was until a few years into their marriage and some big guys showed up on his doorstep. He soon realized that his daughter was in over her head. He knew then that Jeremy had ties to organized crime because they’d threatened his life if he ever tried to make contact with Kat. A deadbeat, alcoholic father wasn’t good PR for a campaign.

It was then that he knew that Kat was in more danger than ever, whether she knew it or not. When the big guys had come around again a few months ago, grilling him about Kat’s whereabouts, and threatening his life if he was hiding her, he knew she finally knew the truth and was running. It was then he’d started searching for her. And not long after, he’d found her. And me.

When Kat was awake, and we lay in bed huddled together by ourselves, she told me about her past. She explained her marriage.

Her natural, strawberry red hair was viewed as wild and risky, so he’d made her color it a safer, more predictable shade. We also talked about her name. Her married name had been Natasha Katherine Walsh, but she was adamant that she still went by Kat Kennedy. She insisted that Natasha Walsh wasn’t her, had never been her. Kat had been the woman she’d discovered when she’d shed Natasha. She also liked the idea of honoring her mother’s ancestral name. She had plans to change her name officially as soon as she was released.

Now we lay huddled together in her hospital bed on New Year’s Eve. Other than the nurse checking our vitals periodically, we were alone. I’d grown pretty growly and protective of my Kat time. I had time to make up for. Needed to show her what she meant to me, which meant having my hands on her at all times, whether it was her hand on mine, my palm stroking her hair, or having her circled in my arms. I hadn’t left her side other than to shower and go the restroom. I couldn’t bear to have her out of my sight again.

“Tell me,” she murmured drowsily. I glanced up at the New Year’s countdown playing quietly on the TV. She asked me this every day. The doctors explained it as post-traumatic stress. Overall, she was recovering well, physically and emotionally, but every day, she asked about him.

I explained the events of that night to her, filling in the gaps about her dad. She cried some nights, was relieved others. And she was always happy to have her dad back in her life. Her heart broke that she may have to let him go again if he went into witness protection.

“I’m sorry that you came; he could have killed you.”

“But he didn’t.” I swiped a watery tear from her cheek. “I have something for you,” I mumbled as I reached around to pull the small box containing the gift I’d gotten her for Christmas out of my jacket pocket.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“It’s not that.” I grinned as a chuckle escaped my throat. “Besides, I’ve recently come to discover that I’ve been sleeping with a married woman.” I winked and bumped my shoulder against hers. She huffed before her eyes lit with amusement.

“Ass.” She gave a playful tug on the hair at my nape.

“But don’t think as soon as you’re better I won’t be asking you that question soon.” My voice softened as her eyes flicked up to mine. Her greens bored into me, so much emotion swirling behind them.

She sucked her lip between her teeth as she glanced down to our hands locked together. My thumb caressed the soft skin of her palm as tears welled in her eyes. “You think you can handle my smart mouth and naughty behavior?” she teased

“Mmm, I like your dirty mouth, remember?” I wrapped a hand around her waist and squeezed her ass, pulling her to me simultaneously to grind my throbbing cock into her, to show her just how much I liked her, any way I could get her.

“Lane . . .” she moaned. “I need you.”

“Not here. Christ, baby.”

“Since when are you shy?” She pouted as she ran her fingers through my hair and sent delicious shivers racing across my body. She knew what that did to me. She knew it and was trying to use it to her advantage. Such a she-devil.

“Since I’m wearing a hospital gown and my ass is hanging out. Doesn’t do much for putting a guy in the mood. Anyway, I have something to give you.”

“Oh, right.” She smiled up at me. I passed her the gift and she ripped open the wrapping paper.

“Lane . . .” she whispered as she opened the box and revealed the necklace that was nestled inside. She pulled it out and fingered the platinum sailboat that hung on a chain, one deep-blue sapphire set into the boat’s mainsail. Shining under the single overhead light, the sapphire reflected a brilliant six-rayed star. I’d bought it that day on the street, just after we’d run into Ridge and Mia. I’d spotted it when we were window-shopping and when Kat was preoccupied in another store, I’d ducked out and had the jeweler hold it for me.

I hadn’t thought much about what to get Kat for Christmas, but when I’d seen it, the brilliant starburst under the lights, it’d felt so right, the memory of our evening on the deck of the boat, watching the stars. Now, after everything she’d gone through, everything we’d been through together, it felt so inadequate.

“I’m sorry if you don’t like it. I know it pales—”

“Shut up.” She pressed her lips to mine in a searing kiss. She wrapped her hands in my hair and fisted, pushing herself up on top of me, her hair curtained around us, her lips never breaking contact. “I love it,” she mumbled against my lips as I trailed my hands up her body.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Put it on me?” She held it out. I took it in my hands, wrapped the chain around her neck. She pulled her hair to one side as I snapped the clasp closed. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” She fingered the gem.

“It’s a star sapphire. In dim light it’s just a normal gem, but in bright light it reflects the star . . . That was one of my favorite nights,” I mumbled as I trailed a finger along the edge of the shining platinum at her collarbone.

“Not mine.” She sat above me, her eyes shining. I scrunched my eyes in question. “Not mine, because they’re all my favorite. Every night we spent together became my new favorite. Hockey games and pizza, spaghetti, sitting on the shore, the night on your front porch when everyone else was asleep and you made me—” she lowered her voice before leaning in and whispering in my ear just exactly what I’d made her do and how much she’d loved it.

A low groan escaped my throat as the memory seared a path to my groin. “Kat.”

“Each and every one is my favorite. And I love this. Thank you.” She fingered the necklace at her throat. “It’s beautiful, and is so perfectly you.” She kissed me again, my hands working up her thighs to touch her skin. I needed her.

“Hands off, Lane.” The door flew open and the aged nurse that was on call tonight shot a dirty glance my way.

“Christ, we have to get out of here. My dick is going to fall off if I don’t get inside you soon,” I grumbled against Kat’s hair as a giggle escaped her throat. She wiggled a little as she rolled off me.

“Patience is a virtue, remember? Imagine how hard you’ll come when you’re finally inside me.” She winked, repeating the words I’d said to her when we’d first gotten together months ago.

“Christ.” I scrubbed my palm over my face. “Fucking killing me.” I turned to adjust myself as Kat smirked.

I couldn’t be in the same room with this woman without wanting her. I was drawn to her, completely. She was an addiction, her flaming hair and the fire in her eyes pulled me to her, and I was helpless to resist.

And I was a willing victim.

At every single stop on the journey, I’d been a willing victim.

Yep. My balls were firmly tucked in Kat’s purse, and there was nowhere else I would rather they be.

Except buried inside her. I could always handle being buried inside Kat.

“I need to see her.” I barked as I barreled my way through the small group of women standing outside the door.

“Lane . . .” Claire peeked through the small crack between the door and doorjamb.

“Claire, I need to see her.”

“Always were so damn stubborn.”

I arched an eyebrow at her, she never swore. My entire life, I’d never heard Claire Barton swear.

“Ya gonna let me in?” I tugged at the tie that felt like it was suffocating me.

“When can I ever say no to you?” She stepped out with a loving smile on her face.

“Thanks,” I murmured and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Make it quick.” She patted my arm and then moved aside.

I opened the door and my eyes scanned the room, seeking out the other half of my heart.

“Sugar,” I breathed as I took long strides to where she sat on a stool in front of a mirror. Makeup spread around a desk, hair shit and so many other things I had no idea about.

“Hi,” she muttered, her hands twisting together.

“Nervous, baby?” I pulled her up into my arms, wrapping her up, covering her with my body, shielding her from everything outside of our bubble.

“No. Yes.” She passed me a weak smile. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”

“Are you fucking kidding? I want to wake up to this smart mouth every morning for the rest of my life.” I grinned and placed a kiss on her lips. “I want you hogging my pillow every night. I want every Christmas with you. Every birthday. I want it all.”

“And here I thought you just wanted me for sex.” Her eyes swam with amusement.

“I want that too.” My lips curved in a cocky smile. “You sure you want to marry me? I’m a demanding, controlling, asshole.”

“Those things should scare me, but they don’t. Because you’re a demanding, controlling,
loving
asshole. And you make mean pancakes.” She squeezed my ass cheek through the dark dress pants.

“You don’t just want me for sex?” My lips curved down into a pout.

“Oh, I definitely want that.” She slithered her body up against mine, driving me nuts, just like always.

“Can we just skip to the wedding night?” I groaned as I nuzzled my nose into the soft skin at her neck, inhaling her scent.

“And miss seeing you all handsome in a monkey suit? Not a chance.” She threaded her fingers through my hair and soothed the nerves from my system.

“Does that mean we get to have wild monkey sex, later?” I murmured against her skin.

“I look forward to it.” She tugged on my tie and kissed the corner of my mouth.

I wasn’t nervous to marry her. On the contrary, it’d been six months since the ordeal at the lighthouse, and it was the soonest I could convince her to marry me. When I’d told her on New Years that I’d be asking her a question soon, I’d meant it.

I’d asked her a month later.

As soon as I’d left the hospital, I’d set the wheels in motion to move her into my life, put a ring on her finger, get her out of that cabin on the coast, and with me, where she belonged.

“Come on, Lane.” Ridge banged on the door.

“Fuck, I guess it’s time,” I muttered.

“Don’t act so surly. You’re the one that practically dragged me here.” She placed a soft kiss at the corner of my lips.

“I just hate this fucking suit. And standing up in front of people,” I growled as I tugged on the tie again.

“Only for a few minutes, then some pictures, and you can take it off for the reception.”

“Kay.” I dipped my head and pressed her lips to mine in a kiss. I thrust my tongue in her mouth, tasting her, and reminding her that she was mine. For-fucking-ever. “See you in a few, Sugar.”