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She gave him a perplexed look when he stood back up. “How did they find out?”
Ash smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile. She shivered at the darkness in his eyes. This was a man you didn’t fuck with. No matter how he appeared. Laid-back, charming and easygoing, underneath that carefully constructed façade was an intense man with unbreakable determination.
“They may have had a little help,” he said in a dark tone.
She sucked in her breath as she stared back at Ash. “So you did have something to do with his murder.”
Ash shook his head. “No. I didn’t. If you’re asking if I have blood on my hands then yeah, no doubt. I slipped the right information to the right people. What they did with it was up to them. I didn’t kill him. Didn’t have him killed. But I made it possible with the information I provided. I guess you have to decide if you can live with that. And me.”
Slowly she nodded, a little numb, but relieved too. She couldn’t face the idea of Ash going to jail because of her. Of it ruining both their lives. Not when she planned a life with him.
“He deserved to die. He wasn’t a good man. And that goes against everything I’ve ever believed in. It’s not for me to judge. Before I would have been appalled over justice being taken this way.”
“And now?” he asked quietly.
“You’ve changed me, Ash. I don’t know if it’s all good. Or all bad. I don’t know that it’s either. It just is. You’ve changed me. Made me better in some ways. Murky in others.”
“I don’t want you to ever be touched by the gray areas I’m immersed in, baby. I want you clean. I want you to shine, just like you always do. We’ll never talk about this again. Don’t ask and I’m not going to say. You may know things—I will not lie to you—but you will not be confronted with them. Ever. Can you live with that?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I can live with that.”
“I love you, baby,” Ash said in a tight voice, filled with emotion. “I don’t deserve your love or your shine, but I want it because with you I can feel the sun. I don’t want to go back to those shadows.”
“You don’t have to,” she said quietly. “Stay in the sun. With me.”
“Always, darling. Nothing will touch our children, Josie. You have my word. Nothing ever touches you or our kids. Gabe or Jace, Mia and Bethany. You’re my family. I’d die for any one of you and you’ll all stay in the sun where you belong.”
“You belong there too, Ash. And I want you there with me.”
She broke off, frowning as she realized what he’d said.
“Wait, are we having children?”
He smiled, slow and sexy, his eyes knowing. Arrogance and male confidence radiated in waves. “You’re having my babies, Josie. Bank on that. How many is up to you. I want boys first. And then a little girl. Because she’ll need big brothers who’ll always look out for her. They’ll be different from my brothers. They’ll give a shit. We’ll be a real family.”
Ash looked dumbstruck. “Six? Holy shit, woman. That’s a hell of a lot of knocking you up I gotta do.”
She nodded solemnly. “Don’t you think we should get started?”
“Hell yeah,” he muttered. “Don’t want to be an old bastard when you have the last one. But you have to get well and out of the hospital before we start working on that first baby.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny box.
“I wanted to do this at just the perfect moment,” he said gruffly. “But I can’t think of a more perfect time than when we’re talking about our kids and how many we’ll have.”
He opened the box and Josie gasped as she stared down at a gorgeous diamond ring. It sparkled and caught the sunlight streaming through her window, dazzling her with its brilliance.
He lowered himself to one knee beside her bed and gently took her left hand in his.
“Will you marry me, Josie? Have my babies and put up with me for the rest of your life? No one will ever love you more than me and I’m going to spend every day for the rest of my life making sure you know that.”
The ring wobbled and went blurry in her vision as he slid it onto her finger.
“Yes. Oh yes, Ash! I’ll marry you. I love you so much. And I want those babies. Lots of babies.”
He smiled and pushed himself back up so he could lean over, gathering her carefully in his arms. He kissed her tenderly, her heart melting.
“I love you too, Josie. Never want you to doubt that. I have a lot to make up for and I’m working on that right now. But it’ll wait until you’re out of the hospital and home where I can fuss over you and spoil you rotten.”
She reached up with her left hand to cup his cheek, her ring sparkling on her finger.
“I’m looking forward to that, my love.”
Chapter thirty-seven
“I can’t believe you did this for me,” Josie said in awe as she stared at the very full ballroom of the Bentley Hotel.
Ash wrapped his arm around her and squeezed her tightly against him. “I didn’t do anything, baby. It’s all you. They love your work. You’re going to sell out in the first half hour. A bidding war has begun over your erotic series of paintings.”
She glanced back up at Ash and leaned further into him. “Do you hate that they’re seeing those paintings of me? I know you didn’t like showing them and wanted to be the only one to see them.”
He smiled and dropped a kiss on her upturned lips. “I have the real thing. What do I need the paintings for? They only get to imagine what they can’t see in those paintings, but I get to see it and touch it every night. That’s only for me. No one else will ever have that.”
She smiled back, delighted at his response.
“Now, if you ever venture into something more revealing, then yeah, I’m going to buy those. I don’t care what you say. Nobody but me gets to see you completely naked.”
She grinned and elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t worry. That’s the extent of the bravery I have concerning me in the buff.”
“Thank fuck,” he muttered. “Don’t want to have to beat the asses of any men who drool over you in a painting.”
“Oh look, there’re the girls!” Josie exclaimed, breaking away from Ash to go and greet them.
“Josie!” Brittany cried, engulfing Josie in a huge hug. “You’re famous! Have you seen all the people here going bananas over your paintings?”
Josie hugged her back and smiled up at Kai who stood indulgently to the side while Brittany attacked Josie.
Mia and Bethany shoved past Gabe and Jace the minute Brittany let Josie go and hugged her fiercely.
“Oh my gosh, you guys look gorgeous!” Josie said, surveying the cocktail dresses worn by each. “And your shoes!” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I know what you guys will be doing later!”
They all laughed and then Mia said, “Hey, where’s the champagne! We need to get our drink on!”
The men groaned but there wasn’t a single one who didn’t have a smug gleam in his eyes. Yeah, they knew what they were getting later. Josie hoped to have her own after-party romp between the sheets with Ash.
He’d been exceedingly gentle and patient during her recovery. She’d eventually had to jump him because he’d refused to so much as touch her, much less have sex with her, until he was absolutely certain she was healed. And he still hadn’t done more than make sweet, exquisite love to her, not that she was complaining. But she was eager to resume a normal sexual relationship with her dominant man.
She could see in his eyes the desire not to remind her of what had happened. He’d been extremely careful, worried that he would somehow be correlated with the assault on her. But she loved that edge, that fine line between too far and not enough. She wanted it back. Wanted him to lose his tightly held control and to unleash his dark hungers on the both of them.
She shivered just thinking about it. Tonight. Definitely tonight she’d give him no option. She wanted everything he could give her. Wanted to feel the snap of leather against her ass. Wanted him to tie her up and have his wicked way with her. She wanted Ash back!
“I’m going to steal Josie and take her around the room. I want to introduce her to a few people. Drink up and we’ll be back in a few minutes,” Ash said.
She was tongue-tied and had no idea what to say to the people who gushed about her work. She’d never dreamed that anyone would be that excited over her paintings. And she had Ash to thank.
“Thank you,” she whispered, slipping her arm around his waist as they threaded back through the crowd. “This is the most awesome night of my life!”
“Glad you’re enjoying yourself, darling. This is your night to shine. But don’t worry because there will be many more. Judging by how fast your paintings have sold, you’re going to be in high demand. I may regret doing this because you’re going to be spending all your time painting and you’ll forget all about me.”
She laughed and hugged him tighter. “No chance of that. You’ll always come first, Ash.”
He kissed her, long and lingeringly, uncaring of the people in the crowded ballroom. She sighed, blissfully happy. So much had happened over the last two months. She’d been released from the hospital after having to stay for nearly two weeks. The police had questioned her and Ash, this time with his lawyer present. They’d also questioned Gabe and Jace and had combed through Ash’s life, leaving no stone unturned. But there had been nothing to find.
Then they’d turned their attention to Charles Willis’s business practices and it was there that they’d struck a gold mine. He’d stolen from numerous people. Embezzled money. Set up fake accounts. He’d billed for work never done, and at least three offshore accounts had been discovered with millions of dollars in stolen money.
Worse was the people he’d stolen from. They weren’t exactly the legitimate businessmen that Ash and his partners were. They were not the kind of people you steal from because, if discovered, it wasn’t jail time you had to worry about. As Charles had no doubt discovered far too late. He even had ties to the mob, and Josie hadn’t even realized the mob still existed outside of books and movies.
The police had investigated one man in particular, convinced that he was behind Charles’s murder, but had been frustrated by their inability to pin anything on him. As a result, the case was still open, but Ash was no longer a suspect.
Josie had breathed much easier when the police backed off. She knew Ash hadn’t been directly behind Charles’s death, but he had been involved to an extent. But as he’d promised that day in the hospital, they never spoke of it again, and she didn’t ask.
Maybe that made her just as murky and gray as Ash thought he was himself, but she couldn’t spare any real remorse over Charles’s death. He’d hurt a lot of people and she could have died from the beating she’d received. She was ready to move on with her life. With Ash.
“Have something I want to ask you, baby,” Ash murmured next to her ear.
She looked up, curious as to why he sounded so serious all of a sudden.
“Jace and Bethany have asked if we want to get married with them. A double wedding. I told them I’d discuss it with you. It’s something they’d really like. Jace is impatient and wants the wedding to be soon. But I don’t want us to do it with them if you want or need more time. If you want your own big day separate from theirs, I understand. I want it to be special for you.”
“But what about you?” Josie asked softly. “What do you want?”
Ash smiled. “All I want out of the deal is you. Nothing else matters. Don’t care where it happens or when, though I’m not a fan of waiting very long. I want you to have my name. For me to know you’re legally mine. How we do it doesn’t matter.”
“I think it would be really special to share a wedding with Jace and Bethany,” she murmured. “He’s your best friend and I adore Bethany. Let’s do it!”
“You okay with getting married soon?” Ash asked. “Jace wants it done as soon as possible. He thought about hitting a beach somewhere. Maybe go to Bora-Bora and get married on the sand.”