Page 162 of Blood Stone

Roman sat up again and faced her. He picked up her hand. “You call him Micheil. Why?”

“He’s not a dove. And he’s my personal angel, especially after you two saved me from my ex.”

Roman grinned. “I never did like Calum much, either. Especially the way the clan used it. It was more like a dog tag than an endearment. You love him, Kate?”

She nodded.

“You want him back. Yes or no?”

She pursed her lips.

Roman shook her hand a little. “I’m not asking you to pick. You want him back with us. The three of us.”

She drew in a quick startled breath, her heart leaping. “Yes,” she breathed, answering without pausing to think. Then she realized: It was the truth.

Roman smiled a little. “So do I. Last night taught me a few profound lessons and that was one of them. I want you both in my life for as long as I can make it so.” He stood up and tugged her to her feet. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

“To get him back, of course.” He pushed a wallet into his jeans pocket and keys into the other.

“But shouldn’t you…?”

He shook his head. “Wedo it, Kate.” He pulled her toward the door. “Besides, you can help stop me from making a complete idiot of myself when I see him and completely fucking this up.”

“Roman, I should change,” she pointed out, lifting the hem of his silk robe from around her ankles.

He opened the front door. “You’re decently covered. And there’s nothing in my closet that will fit you anyway. You really want to wander around L.A. in your ball gown at ten on a Saturday morning?”

She bit her lip.

“Didn’t think so,” he said and stepped out.

“You’re not wearing a shirt!”

“Nope,” he replied and shut the door behind her. “Let’s find Calum. Micheil.” He grinned. “Micheil,” he decided.

* * * * *

They stopped off at Kate’s trailer first. Kate thankfully changed into jeans, boots and a tee-shirt and arranged for the return of the jewellery to the security people, while Roman found a clean shirt of his own. Then they did a large circle around the stacks of unused props, moving along the unpopulated edges of the hangar, heading for Garrett’s trailer at the quiet far end of the cavernous hall. There were very few people wandering around on a Saturday morning, especially after all the Emmy Award parties last night, but by unspoken and mutual agreement, they avoided anyone who might be in the hangar and the endless gossipy conversations that would ensue if they were spotted.

Garrett’s trailer sat as it always had. Roman thumped on the door and got no answer.

“He’s not going to answer if he knows it’s you,” Kate pointed out.

Roman growled under his breath.

“Just go in,” she said. “He never locks it.”

“If he’s in that sort of mood, he just might lock it if he knows it’s me.”

“You’reboththree year olds,” Kate muttered.

“What?” Roman said.

“You heard.” She stared at him. “You have super hearing.”

He grinned and caught her face in his hands and kissed her. “Ah, the two of you are going to drive me crazy, I can tell.”