Josh sat forward, slowly, his eyes narrowed on the mirror. “Your rules haven’t changed, but mine—”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Fuck, she didn’t want to cause this family anymore pain. She turned toward him and cupped his face, shifting his attention to her. “Please, Josh? I want to sleep on the couch.”
He’d hear the lie, but she trusted he’d understand her intention.
He reclined against her, shoulder to shoulder, and traced the skin between her fingers. For a stubborn pain in the ass, he let the subject drop too easily. Which meant he was probably going to do whatever the hell he wanted.
Emily shifted the conversation back to church stuff, promising that the ministers held all the answers to helping him heal. Forty minutes later, they shuffled into the Carter’s small, single-story home. The front half was split between a sparsely decorated sitting room and a galley kitchen. A short hall led to two bedrooms and a bathroom in the back.
Josh stopped Liv at the bathroom door. “Take a shower if you want. My room’s right there.”
He pointed at the door across the hall. Following her in, he set the bag of clothes on the counter and dug through the jeans, cotton dresses, and t-shirts.
A comfortable warmth tingled through her chest. She owed Camila for so damned much.
“Can you sleep in this?” He pulled out a camisole and sleep shorts.
She nodded. “What happened back there with Camila?”
“She said something to me. The crowd was loud. I don’t know. I read her lips.” He scraped a hand through his hair. “I swear she said, Watch your back.”
What? Her spine tingled. “Why would she say that?” Their enemies are dead.
He unfolded the camisole, and a piece of paper drifted to the floor. Handwritten scribble bled through the thin folded stationary. Her shoulders tightened as they stared at it.
He picked it up, his eyebrows pulling together, and handed it to her.
Her heart raced as she unfolded the note. “Camila has no way to contact me.”
Why would she need to? Liv gripped his arm and held up the note so they could read it together.
We’re so happy for you! When you’re ready, our home is your home.
A couple lingering concerns...
The kitchen was clean when we arrived. The job was gone. No cars in the garage. Were you able to take care of this on your own?
Traquero and his wife are dead. Found two days ago. We’re not sure who did it, but the how was passionate. Definitely personal.
CHAPTER 43
Van’s death replayed through Liv’s head in slow motion. The gunfire. The river of blood on the floor. His final words. He killed your mother…Needed your help…He’ll avenge me. Leading her surge of emotions was the overwhelming relief that Traquero’s depravity had met a bloody end.
Josh closed the bathroom door, his complexion a sheet of white. “You shot him in the shoulder.” He rubbed the back of his neck, studying her. “Is it possible he survived that?”
She opened the toilet lid, flushed the note, and tried to keep her argumentative voice to a whisper. “He bled out.”
“Or passed out.” He shoved his hands through his hair and dropped his head back, staring at the ceiling. “So stupid.” He shut his eyes. “We didn’t check his pulse.”
Her mouth went dry. She closed the toilet lid and collapsed on top of it. Her chest felt hard and cold inside. “We left him there to die.”
“Except he didn’t die.” Stunned realization cracked his voice as he crouched before her and tucked her hair behind her ear. “When he returned to the house last night, he already killed Traquero.”
She blinked, the movement irritating her gritty, tired eyes. “He must’ve flown to the Keys to help Mom.” She nodded to herself, swallowing past a tight throat. “He could’ve killed Traquero on his way back. But how did he know how to find him?” A horrible thought clenched her stomach. “What if he knows about Camila and the others?”
His hand wrapped around her neck, his thumb stroking the skin below her ear. “Think about why he killed Traquero.”
The only things predictable about Van were his jealousy and his hypocrisy. “Traquero hurt me.”
Van had no qualms raising a hand to her, but Traquero had overstepped, recklessly. Van probably killed the wife in front of him just to make him suffer.
Her breath stuttered. “I think he packed up and left with the intention of protecting Mom and disappearing. When he failed, maybe he came back to avenge Mom’s death.”
Would he do that? For her? The ache in her chest said, Yes.
“I despise Van.” He tilted his head. “But his behavior in the kitchen when you shot him…” A line formed between his dark eyebrows. “I got the sense that he was done. With Mr. E. With the whole operation.”
She sifted through her memories of the prior night when Van was bleeding all over the floor. She couldn’t pick out a single word, expression, or action that suggested ill-intent.
“If he knew about Camila and the others, he’d have no reason to harm them.” Her shoulders loosened. “He’s not a threat.”
Josh pulled her to the edge of the toilet seat, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his forehead on her belly. “You’re not leaving my sight.”
Her hands went to his hair, raking through the messy black strands. “I can work with that.” She lowered her lips to his head and filled her nose with his warm, comforting scent.
A fist knocked on the door.
“Joshua?” Emily called. “Are you in there?”
His moan rumbled through her. He raised his head and kissed her lips. “I’ll be right outside that door.”
CHAPTER 44
Twenty minutes later, Liv was showered, dressed in the pajama set Camila gave her, and wrapped in blankets on the couch. The kitchen light trickled into the sitting room, accompanied by low murmurs. Josh and his parents were still awake, gathered at the kitchen table around the
