Last Kiss Goodnight

Twenty-nine

SOLO CLEANED UP THE kitchen, a bit sick to his stomach. He’d allowed anger to get the better of him, and he’d hurt his woman’s feelings, perhaps even frightened her. With her past, he’d known better. Had known to be careful.

He was ashamed. He’d just . . . he’d been so scared for her. She’d entered the harsh cold and, unaware that one wrong step could shock her or kill her, she’d done it to approach a wild, injured beast. Did she have no sense? Could she not understand that Solo didn’t want to live without her?

He stilled.

He didn’t want to live without her.

He played the words through his mind again and again, and realized they were true. He wanted her with him now, always, and forever. He didn’t just want to keep her, either. He wanted to be with her. Every minute of every day, he wanted to talk to her, laugh with her, make love to her. He wanted to learn more about her, think about her, and know he belonged to her. He wanted her to crave the same things from him.

And he didn’t want to change her. Taking care of others was in her nature. She couldn’t look at the sick and hurting and not desire to help, and that was a beautiful quality to have, one that had drawn him to her, one that had captivated him, enchanted him.

He never should have yelled at her, reminding her of her father, and he definitely owed her an apology.

He searched the house and found her in the bedroom. She was removing the jewelry from her bag, placing what seemed to be thousands of necklaces, bracelets, and rings on the bed. The only other thing she’d brought, besides the items X had requested, were disposable cameras.

“I’m sorry.”

Vika stilled, her wide purple gaze swinging to him.

Without a word, he swiped up a camera and then Vika herself. She offered no protest. He settled in the chair across from the bed, and directed her body like a master with his puppet, forcing her to sit on his lap.

Even though she was angry with him, utter contentment flooded Solo. Who would have ever believed someone trapped by such hideous circumstances could find such bliss? A woman as lovely as this one. Pleasure beyond imagining. Laughter. Sharing. Acceptance.

The loss of his hearing, in short bursts or forever, truly was a pleasure for him to bear. Vika was taken care of. She was with him, his to protect and cherish. He would have to quit his job, of course, but then, he’d planned to do so anyway. He had warred all his life. Now it was time to rest. To enjoy the life he’d been given.

“Sweetheart,” he said, “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I won’t do it again, you have my word. My only excuse is that I was scared, thinking of you out there, hurt and bleeding, and I was completely unaware, unable to help if you needed me.”

A moment passed. She ducked her head.

He felt the vibration of her words and had to interject, “I need to see you to understand you, sweetheart,” stopping her.

Her hair swished around her shoulders as she straightened. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I was telling you that I just couldn’t leave the tiger to his suffering.”

It was odd, knowing she was speaking, watching her mouth move, yet hearing nothing. It was odder still, knowing he was speaking and hearing nothing. But that had always been the norm for her. “I know. Do you forgive me?”

Her eyelids flipped up, revealing those plum eyes he found so irresistible. Interesting. This time, they’d only switched ears, not eyes. “Of course.”

Again, she offered her forgiveness so easily. Another quality he had never been able to resist.

She reached out and twisted the collar of his T-shirt. “So what do you want with the camera? Why’d you grab it?”

“Maybe I wished to take naughty photos of you.”

“In that case . . .” Grinning, she grabbed the camera from his hand and held it in the air. “What are you willing to do for it?”

“Anything,” he said, utterly serious.

“Anything?” A carefree laugh. “You vow it?”

“I do.” An open bargain. Something he’d never before made. Something he would never make with anyone else.

She planted a loud, smacking kiss on his lips before she relinquished control of the camera.

“And what is it you’re going to want?” he asked, not the least bit concerned.

“We’ll start with three more wishes.”

Won’t grin. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I’m not a genie in a bottle.”

She ignored him, saying, “I’ll make a list and let you know everything you’ll be doing for me.”

Really won’t grin. “I’ll look forward to reading it.”

“Expect to be riveted.”

Okay. He grinned.

“Let’s take a look at these photos before I toss you on that bed.” He pressed the buttons on the disposable and discovered pictures of little Vika, no more than five years old. In each of the photos she was grinning so widely she was all teeth. Her hair was brushed to a glossy shine and hanging in pigtails at her ears. In one, she was in the middle of a twirl. In another, she was holding a large sequined bra up to her tiny chest. In yet another, she was pressed up against an older version of herself, and the two were blowing kisses to the camera with chocolate smeared all over their faces.

“You have an addiction to chocolate, I think,” he said, a pang in his chest.

“Only a small one. I can go through an entire five-minute span without thinking about or craving a piece.”

He would buy her a chocolate factory, then. She could swim in the stuff, if she so desired.

“And who is the other woman?” he asked, already suspecting the answer.

“My mother,” she said wistfully. “She was flighty and emotional, but I loved her.”

“I’m sorry you lost her.”

“Me too.”

The loss of someone you loved could leave a big gaping hole in your chest. One you feared would never be filled. That was how he’d felt about his parents, and yet this woman had filled him in such a way that he doubted he could ever be hollowed again. He would carry the memory of her forever.

He couldn’t let her be hurt.

He set the camera aside. “How about we do a little practice fighting?” If he left her here—and with every second that passed he was more and more certain he would have to—he wanted her as prepared as possible.

“All right,” she said, and if she was confused by the change of subject, she didn’t show it.

“Give me a few minutes to get everything ready.” He stood with Vika in his arms, placed her in the chair, and stalked to the living room to move the couch and coffee table.

When he finished, he returned to the bedroom. She was in the same place he’d left her.

“Ready?” she asked.

He frowned. He’d heard her voice, soft and sensual, but his ears hadn’t rung. Not this time.

She frowned too. “Solo,” she said, standing.

He’d heard her that time, too. “Can you hear me?”

A shake of her head, as she said, “No. Can you?”

“Yes.” So they’d switched back again.

And they would probably switch yet again.

She displayed the same relief as before. “I like sharing with you, I do, but I’m glad you can hear. The guilt was going to fry me like battered chicken.”

He . . . had no idea which adage she’d butchered that time. “I told you not to feel guilty.”

“You did. And do you not recall me telling you to bite someone?”

So gorgeous when she’s feisty. “No. But just for the record, you’re supposed to tell me to bite you.”

“Why would I want you to bite me?”

“Because I’ll make sure you like it. Now, come into the living room and force me to bite someone.”

“I will, and you’ll be sorry.” Radiating eagerness, she followed after him.

They stopped on the rug he’d cleared and faced each other.

“What’s first on the agenda?” she asked, fisting her hands at her sides and bracing her legs apart.

“You’re going to practice what I’ve already taught you and learn a few more tricks.”

“What if I want to teach you something?” Without any more warning than that, she kicked out and knocked his ankles together, sending him to his knees. She was on him a second later, pushing him back and straddling his waist, a blade poised at his neck. “Like that.”

So gorgeous when she’s fierce. “Where’d you get the knife?”

“Snagged it from the counter when I left the kitchen. I was going to carry it in the bag since you were so against me carrying the gun.”

And he’d missed the action. Either he’d lost his edge or he had no defenses against this woman. “Good girl.” Swiftly he rolled her over, pinning her to the ground with his weight. “But whatever will you do now?”

She laughed.

So gorgeous when she’s amused.

“I’ll take pity on you and keep my knees to myself.”

“Not sure that’s wise. I have no plans to take pity on you.”