Page 64 of Sweet Refuge

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Page 64 of Sweet Refuge

Apollo twitched his head toward the front of the room. “Our Graham is tough. Once her mind’s made up, she doesn’t go back.”

“So what’s the strategy? You guys form a plan of attack yet?” Frost drew her glare. He gave Lena a chin-lift of acknowledgment.

She shook her head and continued talking about the cartel leader’s son and what they didn’t yet know about him.

Seated in the row in front of them, Gunnison twisted his head to the side. “Flowers always work when you’re in the doghouse.”

“Not this time,” Slade responded. “She’s still pissed about Bosnia.”

About six guys scoffed and made pained noises.

Lena stopped midsentence and faced them, legs widened in an authoritative stance. “Do you guys have something to add?”

Slade felt her stare boring into him. Doghouse? More like under the guillotine.

“The guys were just saying that you talk strategy like an admiral,” he said.

Lena’s stare pierced him. He could almost feel the lash of her tongue. Damn, the idea of soothing her—taming her—shouldn’t be so freakin’ hot, let alone right this second. But his cock stirred behind his fly.

“Please go on.”

At his urging, she continued, pacing back to the center of the room. Sparrow stood off to the side, taking it all in. After a few minutes, she quit tossing dirty looks his direction.

Apollo leaned in again. “Damn, that was slick talking, Overstreet.”

The guys around him bobbed their heads in agreement.

This was getting out of hand. While he appreciated the show of support, he knew Lena couldn’t be manipulated into anything. Besides, the guys didn’t know what was at stake. A child’s future was involved. If Slade fucked it up with Lena, the child’s life could be messy at best—hell at the worst.

Mustang’s voice whispered over his shoulder. “Have you tried chocolate? Teigen loves those strawberries dipped in chocolate.”

“Oh yeah, those are good,” Frost agreed. “Eden likes ’em too. In fact, I should pick her up a box. Always gets me in her good graces, if you know what I mean.”

Overstreet tuned out their discussion and focused on the woman he loved. More than anything, he just wanted a life with her. No amount of chocolate-dipped strawberries would win a woman like her back. She was tougher than most men, in body and spirit.

They’d been through so much together. Times of peace and joy. She knew him better than anybody else on earth, and he knew her the same way, no matter what she had to say on the matter.

She hadn’t easily admitted to being afraid about the baby, but he picked up on the vibe. For a woman who threw herself into combat situations on a weekly basis, of course she’d find it difficult to admit that something the size of a pinto bean made her shake with fear.

The fact that they were on the outs didn’t help matters. The sooner she accepted he was in her life for good, the quicker she could relax.

Their night together had been amazing. Even watching her sleep filled him with the kind of peace he fought for every damn day of his life.

And god, setting eyes on that photo of their baby…hell, his eyes stung just from the memory of how it made him feel. So high and low at the same time. Driven to keep fighting for a better world for it to live in.

For Lena to live in too.

The guys were still rattling off ideas that might work to lure her back into his arms. The guys all had strong women too, but his woman was a different breed. Slade loved that about her.

As he listened to her speak about possible ways to corner Ramon’s son and force him to talk about the current status of the Black Bloods, he thought back to Bosnia.

He’d only taken action to keep her safe. But she saw it as him stepping in because he believed her less than capable. He couldn’t trust her to keep herself safe.

He never could talk sense to her about it—hadn’t they been going in circles on the topic for years now?

He was Blackout, and that meant he looked at the bigger picture. If he wasn’t gaining ground with one strike, he’d look for another road leading to victory.

Thinking of Lena in tactical terms would surely piss her off. Hell, she’d probably say he was still protecting her by not voicing his thoughts.




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