Last Breath (Hitman #2)(81)
Author: Jessica Clare

The Hays ranch is right smack dab in the middle of nowhere. I’m surprised when we turn off a road and see a big metal gate with a sideways H bisected by a D. “That’s our brand,” Daniel tells me, and there’s a hint of pride in his voice. It’s fascinating.

“And what is it exactly that you brand?” I ask him as we drive through the gate.

“You know. Steer, calves, blondes that don’t behave.” He gives me a waggle of his eyebrows that makes me snort.

“Guess I’d better behave, then,” I tell him in a sultry voice, and I love the fact that he groans and clutches at my knee.

“You’d better,” he tells me. “Because I can’t have wood in my pants when I hug my mom.”

I’m giggling as we roll down the long driveway and park in front of the ranch house. It’s a monstrosity of wood and stone and has a long, wrap-around porch. In any other state, it’d be called a mansion. Here, it’s called home.

As soon as we get out of the car, two people come out of the house. It’s Daniel’s dad and a woman with a cap of gray hair that must be his mother. She’s weeping and has her arms outstretched even before she makes it off the porch. Then she’s hugging Daniel and crying and his dad piles on, and they’re lost in their own little world for a few minutes.

Then, Daniel’s mother breaks away, wiping at her cheeks, and heads for me with her arms outstretched. “Oh my. This must be Regan. She’s so beautiful, Daniel.” And she envelops me in a warm hug before I can sidle away.

Her touch makes me stiffen for a moment, but then Daniel’s hand goes to my shoulders, and I’m okay. “Mom, I told you—”

“Oh,” she gasps, her hands flying away. “I’m so sorry—”

“It’s okay,” I say quickly, before anyone can get offended. “I’m fine.”

She gives me a sweet smile. “I was so excited to see my new daughter.”

New daughter? Is there something I don’t know about? I give Daniel a suspicious look, but he only pulls me in for a kiss. “I told her we were a package deal. I think she took that as we’re getting married.”

“Oh,” I say, startled. “Like . . . right now?”

Daniel laughs. “Maybe not right now, but . . . soon?” There’s a question in his eyes, and I’m surprised and pleased all at once.

“Maybe when I get a real proposal,” I tease him, sass in my voice.

“Demanding little fighter,” he says, a grin on his face.

And then his mother is chattering up a storm, and his father has this patient look on his face that reminds me so much of Daniel in his quieter moments, and like that, we’re home.

Hours later, I’m crawling into bed with Daniel. The ranch house has a split-house plan, which I’ve never seen before. Daniel and I are in what feels like a separate little house, connected to the main house by a covered walkway in the back. There’s a bedroom, a luxurious bathroom, and even a tiny kitchen. Across from our little house is the pool, and in the distance are the stables. Daniel tells me the house was built as a mother-in-law cabin, but was never used until now. It’s perfect, really. We’re private enough from his family but close enough to spend lots of time with them.

The day has been a busy one. I’ve been given the grand tour of the ranch, complete with hundreds of longhorns, a trip through the barn, and a ride around the perimeter. It’s like they own their own little island of land.

I like that. It’s like a mini-fortress, but instead of gunmen, there are cattle. Either way, it makes me feel safe.

Daniel seems to be happy, too. There’s a light in his eyes that I never saw in Rio, and when he looks at me, he can’t stop smiling. I know what it is—his picture is complete. He’s found Naomi, and even though she won’t come home, she’s safe. He’s home with his family. He’s got me.

“Tomorrow,” he tells me as he drags my body against his and begins to press kisses on my neck. “Tomorrow, we ride horses, and I’ll show you the newborn baby goats. You’ll like those. Cute little buggers.” His hand slides to my breast and cups it.

“Mmm.” I drag my fingers through his hair. “Are you planning on turning me into a farm girl? Because I’m warning you, the moment something poops, I’m out of there. You might be disappointed.”

He chuckles and rolls my nipple between his fingers, distracting me. “Fighter, I am never disappointed with you.”

For some reason, this brings tears to my eyes. “No?” It comes out a little softer and more tear-warbled than I wanted it to be. Daniel thinks I’m strong, but I seem to be weepy.

“Never,” he tells me fervently and rolls on top of me. Then, he gazes down at me, his fingers grazing my jaw. “How could I ever be disappointed in you, Regan? You’re a little damaged. So am I. Maybe we’re both a little more fucked-up than normal, but we’ll be nice and fucked-up together. And someday, we’re going to have a family, and Naomi will be home, and we’ll all manage the land together.”

I nod, because it sounds beautiful. “Together.”

“Until my last breath,” Daniel murmurs again. “I’ll never leave your side. Ever.”

And I know it’s true.

The End