Better When He's Brave

I stiffened automatically. I couldn’t think of any kind of favor I wanted my too slick and too ruthless boss asking my man for.

“What did Nassir want?” Titus’s free hand started rubbing in slow circles across my belly and I wondered if he was thinking about what was inevitably going to happen in there if we kept having uninhibited sex without protection. I shivered a little when I realized he was tracing invisible hearts across my skin.

“He asked me to track someone down for him.”

I put my hand over his and whispered, “Keelyn?”

Titus grunted his affirmative. “Yeah. I told him no.”

I couldn’t believe the relief that swamped me. “Why?”

“Because he’s going to find her with me or without me, and when he does we both know she’ll end up back here. She’s your friend . . . sort of . . . so I don’t want any part of bringing her back to this place if she had a chance at making it somewhere else. Nassir gets it, but he left here and went right to Stark. That guy will have a location on her in two minutes. Especially since we all know that she’s in Denver already.”

I sighed again. “Nassir named the new club Lock and Key. That can’t be coincidence.” It wasn’t open yet but already the city and the streets were alive with noise and anticipation to see what the prince of sin and darkness could offer to them.

“No, it’s probably not. Love can look really strange in the Point. In fact, if you aren’t paying attention you might miss it altogether because it doesn’t look like love at all.”

I tilted my head so I could kiss him. “Well, I’m glad not much gets by you, Detective.”

He kissed me back. “And I’m glad you fight for what you think is right, Reeve.”

That’s what it took to not just survive but to thrive in the Point.

Love and fight.

Good thing we had plenty of both.

To be continued with Nassir’s story . . .