29. Reylor

Chapter 29

Reylor

I held her all night and made love to her again in the morning in a slow, languid way that made us both cry out in bliss.

We made breakfast together and fed each other, laughing all the while. I couldn’t be happier.

Eventually, we had to leave. I had to go into the office to handle things for Katar, and she wanted to work on her building. Now that Victor had been arrested, we’d only move forward.

“I’ll be back by dinner,” I said, standing in the foyer, about to leave for work. I hoped things would be quiet today in the office so I could come home early to my mate.

Home?

I could so easily see myself moving in with Hannah, helping her finish the B his patterned in fall colors that went well with his golden skin.

“You too.” I’d conducted his second interview, and the former cop was going to fit in very well here, though he’d soon find things were sleepier in Mystic Harbor when compared to big city crime. Still, he had a sharp eye and a smart mind, and he’d be an asset to the team.

I notified him of the meeting time and went to my office, where I took care of the important things on Katar’s list. Then I spent the rest of the morning working and most of the afternoon with Wolfram and Thain in the conference room.

After wrapping things up at four, I let the two guys leave early and did so myself, knowing Blake would lock up and reach out to me if there were any problems that needed handling before the next morning.

I was crossing the street to the parking lot when I met up with the same orcs I’d seen at the exhibition the evening before. I nodded, and all three tipped their cowboy hats my way as they continued on the crosswalk. Everything I’d heard about their new venture sounded amazing. Maybe once they were up and running, Hannah and I could travel there and stay for a long weekend. She might enjoy playing cowgirl for a few days.

Inside my truck, I put down the windows and used my phone to order flowers to be delivered to Katar and Bailey’s home. When I called, she and the baby had already been discharged from the hospital, and I’d spoken with Katar, who was completely absorbed with his new daughter and his mate. He kept alternating between gushing about how amazing she was with telling me how beautiful and perfect Bailey was. I had to agree. Bailey was such a great person, and I couldn’t wait to meet their amazing new daughter.

I was about to start my vehicle when a raised voice reached my ears. Peering around, I spied the realtor, Grant Murray, sitting in the driver’s seat of his car a few vehicles away from mine. Since it was a humid, sweltering day, he had all his windows down, and he held his phone to his ear.

“I’m telling you, I’ve got it covered,” he said. “I’ve got the paperwork, and I’m going to make sure she signs. It’ll be yours before the day is through.”

This could mean nothing or . . .

I hunkered low in my seat, hiding myself from view, and continued listening.

“Of course the price will be good,” he snarled. “Why do you keep harping on this? I’ll give her what she paid for it, and you’ll give me ten percent once the deal is done. Or would you like to back out now? I don’t need to keep harassing her if you’re on the fence about this.”

Who was he talking to and who did he mean by “her”?

“Why do you keep doubting me?” he barked. “I promise. I have ways of making things happen.” He growled and huffed. “Let’s just say I’ll bring extra insurance in case Hannah’s not willing to sell.”

Hannah.

He was talking about my mate, my love, my woman.

I slid up in the seat enough to look out the bottom part of my window.

Grant held up a big hunting knife and swiped it through the air. “I’m headed there now. I’ll call you in ten minutes or so, once the deal is done.”

He put his knife down on the seat next to him and started his vehicle, driving it out onto Main Street.

Fuck. He was going to make Hannah sell the B&B to him? Not on my watch.

I started my truck and was ready to roar across town until a cry rang out behind me.

“Help. Help! Oh, my gosh. Someone please help!”

In my rearview window, I spied an elderly basilisk woman lying on the ground.

I couldn’t leave her there alone, but I had to reach Hannah. My need was a frantic storm raging through me.

Getting out of my truck, I raced over to the woman, determined to get her help and find someone to stay with her quickly.

If I didn’t get to Hannah right away, Grant was going to thrust his knife into her face and force her to sell the B&B.