Page 118 of In Death, Love Survives

“That didn’t sound like nothing.”

“Really. I’m just tired. It’s been pretty action-packed,” I tease.

He laughs as he continues to stroke my back.

“I suppose that’s putting it mildly.”

I tilt my head to the side, and Wolfe cups my chin.

“How are you liking it all? Being here. I know it’s a lot, but not every day will be like this.”

“I’m just tired. I know this is a lot. You just got out of prison, and someone is after you. Don’t worry about me.”

“You’re all I really am worried about,” he admits.

“You need to worry about acclimating to being out. That’s hard enough, even if it was a short time. You need to worry about the businesses literally going up in flames. Everything else but me because I promise you I’m okay.”

Wolfe glances around the bed and then scoots back and leans against the headboard. He kicks off his boots one by one.

“Come here,” he says with his arm out wide.

I crawl up and cuddle into his chest. Wolfe wraps his arm around me and starts to stroke my back again. It would be easy to drift to sleep with the weight of what’s transpired today.

“You don’t have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders anymore. I’m here for you,” he murmurs against my hair.

I suck in a deep breath, taken aback by that.

“Talk to me,” he continues.

“The past day has been a lot. I’m not trying to pretend like it hasn’t been. But maybe I’m discovering a world that I am meant to belong in.”

Wolfe’s hand pauses on my back before resuming up and down. I nuzzle in closer to his chest.

“That’s good, baby. That’s really good to hear.”

“Who do you think is behind all this?”

Wolfe sighs, and his hand stills once more.

“I have no fucking clue. The mark I found on the building is the only sign I have. I’m hoping when the crew gets here tomorrow, someone will know. I have a guy I might reach out to about it too. Just hoping I don’t have to.”

“Someone you trust?”

“Yeah. A friend.”

“That’s good. Hopefully, someone tomorrow will know.”

Wolfe resumes stroking my back.

“I may call him about this anyway.”

“If you trust him, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea.”

“Thank you, baby.”

I close my eyes and try to relax.

“Do you hate that some of my businesses are… unethical?”