REMEMBER US by Glenna Sinclair Read Free Book Online

places that should have been so familiar, but weren’t. I don’t think they would ever become too familiar and that was what told me this was the woman I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. If anything happened to her because of all of this…someone would pay.

Chapter 9
     
    Harley
    I wanted to stay there for…well, forever. I didn’t want him to let me go. I didn’t want his kiss to stop lingering against my lips. I wanted to feel his heart pounding under his shirt and the heat of his skin, the heat that proved just how alive he was, to forever warm me up. He was my reason for getting out of bed in the morning and for facing life with a smile and a little skip in my step.
    “I love you,” he whispered against my lips.
    “I love you, too.”
    He ran his finger along the angle of my jaw. “I kind of like your hair like this. I can see every inch of your face all the time.”
    I groaned. “You would.”
    “Don’t you like it?”
    I laughed. “I should go to the hospital for all my haircuts.”
    He chuckled before pressing his lips to my forehead.
    “You look like a pixie. Or a little fairy.”
    “Gee, thanks.”
    “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
    I ran my hand up his chest again before letting it slide down, hooking my fingers under the waist of his slacks.
    “If you like it, I would go bald. Wear a potato sack. Dance like Miley Cyrus and sing like Flavor Flav.”
    He laughed again. “Okay, that’s going a little too far.”
    “Yeah? Don’t you think that big clock around his neck is sexy? Maybe I could get a replica of Big Ben to wear.”
    He groaned as he kissed me again. “And now I remember why I love you.”
    I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “Promise me you won’t ever forget.”
    Once again, his lips lingered against mine, his kiss filled with so much emotion that it stole my breath, my confidence, and my determination to end this thing today. He was scared. So was I. I could handle my fear, but I wasn’t sure I could handle his.
    “Hey, let’s do this thing,” Grant called from the sitting room.
    Xander groaned one more time, then he took my hand and led the way inside.
    Grant was sitting on the couch, leaning forward so that only part of him was sitting. The rest of him was resting on the balls of his feet, as if he was prepared to run out of the room the minute he felt cornered. Bonnie was beside him, the same fear that lived in Xander’s eyes dancing all over her face. The woman was likely not a good poker player. Her every emotion was always written in the lines on her face. And, right now, she was not a happy woman.
    Xander and I sat on the couch facing them, our hand locked together. We were still wearing our wedding rings, an oversight that I should have remedied hours ago. But it didn’t seem that important any more.
    “Here’s the thing,” Grant said, launching right in as if he was giving his summation in a trial. “I didn’t know that these fellows had connections with the wrong people. No one even knew who this ISIS group was a year ago. Two years ago, I did all the things I was supposed to do. They checked out. So, the fact that I cut a few corners this year shouldn’t have mattered. How was I supposed to know this thing would get so out of hand?”
    Bonnie patted his shoulder as if she was consoling a small child. I could feel the tension race through Xander. He’d never disliked Grant. He simply never trusted him. He had good instincts.
    “When the feds came to my office, I met with my clients. I told them I was taking heat because of them and I’d decided to drop them as clients. It was a hard decision because they paid quite well. But then they informed me that if I dropped them, they would make sure that certain people got photos of Margaret when she was seventeen and she was involved in an accident out in Santa Monica.”
    Xander stiffened again, sitting up straighter as he eyed Grant. “Bullshit!”
    “They