Page 120 of Rogue Mission

He doesn’t block me from the conversations. Even last night with Walton. He didn’t try to push me away no matter how bad the news was.

And while talking with Parson. He didn’t want me there, but he didn’t completely shut me out.

Moving to the kitchen, I let this sink in. Justice is going to be a partner—not just a mate.My husband.

Gasp.

Is this real?

When I catch sight of myself in the window above the sink, I get a wake-up call.

Oh, this is real. “Girl, you need a hairbrush,” I mutter.

Along with about twenty hours of sleep.

But how can I sleep? I might be killed… and I might be married.

So weird.

As I pour the coffee, visions of our future play out in my head. The ones where I’m alive.

The first is Justice standing on an altar overlooking the ocean. The second vision is him with a baby in the crook of one of his muscular arms.

Commence melting. I’m instantly languid.

He’s going to be a really good dad. Warmth fills my tummy, shock still making me breathless.

I could be pregnant.

Justice’s voice drifts to me. “We need to move tonight, I won’t take any chances on him getting close.”

Spence challenges, “Moving could expose you.”

“We’re not staying here, this isn’t secure enough.”

“It’s more secure than that damned van,” Walton snarks.

Giving myself a shake, I stir some sugar into my coffee, figuring I need the boost, but knowing it will only make me crash. Too bad my willpower seems to be MIA.

Sugar it is.

All three of them watch me enter the room. Walton tilts his head, studying me, and my nerves prickle.

“You ever shot a gun?” he asks.

“Oh, no.” Gripping the mug in both hands, I perch on the edge of the sofa. “I’ve never even touched one.”

He rises from his chair—one that’s well-worn and situated perfectly next to a table with a stack of paperbacks, in front of the wood stove.

“It’s time, come on. These two knuckleheads can work out their problems and their plan.”

My palms instantly get clammy.

Justice leans in, brushing a kiss on my forehead. “He’s taught thousands of men how to effectively use weapons systems.”

For some reason this both buoys me and makes my stomach tangle like spaghetti.

“Great, what about nervous nerds?”