So many memories stood behind the bar with me. Feeling giddy when Thomas walked in and proceeded to flirt with me, and then feeling empowered when he came back and asked me out. Seeing Travis and Abby sit on the stools in front of me for the first time. Watching the Maddox brothers fight at the drop of a hat. The time Trenton leaned over the bar and kissed me on New Year’s Eve. Working with my best friend and roommate, Raegan, and watching her fall in love with Kody. Crying when they moved away, and celebrating when Jorie and Hank learned they were finally pregnant. The Red Door was a part of me and being there was an escape right up until the doors closed. I didn’t want it to be over. Not even just for the night.
After I’d dried the last glass and put it away, Drew smiled. “Ready?” he asked. He walked all the females to their cars at the end of every night. Drew was a good kid.
“Ready. Trenton should be right outside.”
Drew’s eyebrows pulled together. He looked confused. “No, ma’am. At least, he wasn’t when I checked a few minutes ago.”
“Maybe he’s late,” I said, grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder. But as I said the words, a bad feeling came over me.
Drew opened the side door, and after I had noticed Trenton wasn’t where he said he’d be parked and waiting for me, I scanned the dark lot.
“It’s not like him to be late, is it?” Drew asked.
“No, it’s not.” I typed out a text to him and waited. After a few minutes and no reply, my body began to shake. Adrenaline was surging through my veins as my mind went over the worst scenarios.
A black car slowed to a spot where Trenton was supposed to be, and instinctively, I stretched my arm across Drew, moving him backward. “Go inside,” I hissed.
“Who is that?” Drew asked, moving to stand in front of me.
The window rolled down, revealing one of the agents from Jim’s. “We’re here to pick you up, Mrs. Maddox.”
I relaxed but hesitated. “Where’s Trenton? Why hasn’t he texted me back?”
“I’ll explain when you get in,” he said.
Drew held me back just as I stepped forward. “Do you know this guy?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s a long story.” I reached for the door handle, but Drew stopped me.
“She’s not going anywhere with you until she’s heard from her husband.”
“That will be difficult,” the agent said.
My stomach sank. “Why?”
“You need to get in the car, Mrs. Maddox. I can’t explain further in the presence of your current company.”
I grabbed Drew’s arm, and he looked down at me, pleading me with his eyes not to go. “He’s okay,” I said simply. “He’s a friend of Jim’s.”
“Trenton’s dad?” Drew asked, suspicious. When I nodded, Drew didn’t seem convinced. “I have a bad feeling, Cami. I think you should stay here until Trenton calls you.”
My gaze fell back to the agent. “I don’t think he’s going to.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ABBY
TRAVIS SQUEEZED MY HAND, and I squeezed back, letting him know I understood how hard this was for him. Everyone was upset and exhausted, speculating what had happened to Thomas while also expressing anger at the agents for withholding information—which forced them to speculate. Now, he lay flat on his back in the center of the sunken-in, full-size mattress he’d had since the eighth grade, a hand-me-down from Thomas. Our twins were on pallets on the floor, both snoring softly.
We’d talked Shepley and America into coming over and even Jack and Deana. Even though it only raised more questions, it was safer to have everyone under one roof until Travis and the agents had more backup. For all we knew, the entire Carlisi crime family could be in Eakins at any moment.
Travis turned over on his side, burying his face in my neck. He’d just come to bed after doing a second sweep of the house for bugs. We couldn’t be too careful. “This fucking sucks. This makes me wish I still smoked.”
“Your emergency pack is at home, and you’re not leaving us, so forget it,” I said.
“I know, but this feels like an emergency.”
I turned over to meet his gaze and hooked my leg over his hip. It was the closest we could get with my belly between us. “The Maddox family is capable of almost anything. Actors they are not.”
“Maybe they could. We don’t know that.”
“They’re not trained like you are, Trav. Someone will make a mistake. You wouldn’t have agreed to this unless you knew for a fact this was the only way to keep everyone safe.”
He nodded, touching his forehead to mine. “You’re my favorite wife.”
“Just try to put it out of your head until Liis gets here tomorrow. Most of the burden is going to be hers.”
He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He crossed his arms over his middle. “She just had a baby, Pidge. She’s alone. How can I make her do that?”
“She’s not alone. We can support her. We can help.”
He was quiet for a moment. “There has to be another way. Dad is going to have a heart attack. This is going to kill him.”
“He’s stronger than you think.”
“We can’t do this,” he said. The panic that had been just beneath the surface all evening was now evident in his voice.
I grabbed his face, forcing him to look me in the eyes. “We don’t have a choice. Think about what they did, Travis. They thought they were shooting at me. They thought they were running me off the road. Jessica and James could have been in the car. We could have been killed. Everyone could have been coming home for our funeral. If we don’t do this, it still could be our funeral—or Shep’s, or even Olive’s. As of yesterday, we know we all have targets on our backs. Even the kids. When Liis makes the phone call to the Bureau that she’s not testifying, and my dad goes missing,” I said, making quotation marks in the air with my fingers they’ll back off. Then you can hunt every single one of them down until they’re not a threat anymore, and anyone else will think twice about threatening your family again.”
Travis blinked. “You’re right. I know you’re right.”
I leaned in to kiss his lips, just as soft and warm as the first time I’d felt them on mine. He pulled my bare leg closer to him, kissing me harder, deeper. Travis always thought I was beautiful, but up until the moment I told him we were pregnant again, I’d forgotten just how the idea of carrying his child made Travis insatiable.
“If you want me to stop …” he trailed off. “Any contractions today?” I smiled and shook my head. I’d been having strong Braxton Hicks for nearly three weeks. We’d even gone to the hospital once but were sent home. He slipped my silk nightgown over my head and kissed my belly. He knew I had no intention of saying no.
We were at the part of my pregnancy that made my curves more difficult to work around, but Travis easily navigated every high and low, running his tongue over my stretched skin more eagerly than our first time in his apartment.
He sat on his knees at the end of the bed, holding my right foot in his hand, kneading my aching arch with his thumbs. He lifted my toe to his mouth and kissed the tip and then continued with my massage, moving up to my calf. Each time he finished a section, he would say goodbye with a kiss. My insides tensed when he found his way to my thighs. His head disappeared behind my pregnant belly, and I rested my head back.
“Where did you go?” I whispered.
His tongue made a wet line from my thigh to the inner folds of my most sensitive parts, and I let out a quiet sigh. “Oh. There you are.”
Travis gripped my hips and pulled me toward him, just as eager for him to be between my legs as I was. I could hear his legs brushing against the sheets, getting more excited with each flick of his tongue.
Just as I felt my insides building to release, he crawled to lay beside me, pressing his lips against my skin. Running his tongue up my belly, he followed the dark line that had formed beneath my belly button, spanning to my pelvic bone sometime during my second trimeste
r. The baby stirred, and Travis jerked his head up, smiling and running his palm over the place our son had moved. It was such a strange combination—sex and parenting. It didn’t seem to be a struggle for Travis, to go from foreplay to attending to a wet bed or nightmare, and then returning to feeling sexy and desirable. Transitioning from mom to lover was more difficult for me.
Travis pulled me on top of him, running his hand over the small of my back to my ass. His fingers pressed into my skin as his eyes scanned my naked body from my hair to where our skin met. Everything around us melted away, and I was nineteen again, feeling his hands on me for the first time. Sex with Travis Maddox had always been amazing, but something about the way he worshiped my body when I was pregnant made it even better. I had never felt more beautiful or wanted than at that moment, and I would feel even more beautiful and wanted the next time he made love to me.
Travis gripped my thighs, steadying me as I slowly lowered myself onto him. The black leather braided bracelets on his wrist tumbled up his tensed forearm, drawing my attention to his tattoos dancing on the surface of his skin. I let my head fall back, biting my lip to keep myself from moaning. A quiet sigh left my lips instead. Travis rocked his hips just to reposition, and I tensed, already feeling close to climax. My body reacted so differently during pregnancy, to everything. Best of all … sex. Not everything was such a bonus, but bigger breasts, my husband catering to my every craving, and the ability to come faster than my husband were certainly the highlights. All Travis had to do was slip his fingers beneath my panties, and I was a flustered mess.
I slowed my movements, and Travis complied, letting me set the pace. His russet irises pored over me, relishing the moment. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned. As soon as the noise escaped his lips, we froze, waiting to hear a pause in the light snoring on the floor below.
I covered my mouth, trying not to giggle.
Travis smiled for a moment, and then his gaze fell to the place where our bodies met. He rolled his hips again, arching his back to bury himself deeper inside me. I had to concentrate to hold back, both hoping he would hurry and dreading the end.
“My God,” he whispered. “It blows my mind every fucking time how good you feel.”
I anchored my knees on each side of him, lifting up so I could feel him against me as I slid down around him again.
Travis paused, his eyes moving around the room. I started to speak, to ask him what was wrong, but he held his finger to his mouth.
We heard raised voices downstairs, and Travis closed his eyes, disappointed and regretting his next request. He patted me gently on the thigh, and I climbed off him, watching as he hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of red basketball shorts. He put on a navy blue baseball hat and swung it around backward, hiding the mess I’d made of his hair while he was between my thighs.
“I’ll be back,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. His lips still tasted like me.
The muscles of his chest rippled as he moved, rushing to get downstairs to find out what was going on. He closed the door behind him, and I fell back against my pillow, frustrated. As Travis made his way downstairs, the snoring of the twins picked up, echoing one another. Travis’s voice joined the symphony of deep tones, and then I heard him yell.
I jumped up, glancing out the window to check for any signs of danger before wrapping myself in my robe and rushing downstairs. Travis was standing in the center of the living room, toe-to-toe with Trenton. Shepley was standing between them, his hands flat against their chests.
“What the hell?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.
Travis immediately relaxed and took a step back, letting Shepley stand between him and his brother.
Trenton watched me for a moment and then frowned, looking up at his bigger little brother. “I’ll be right back.”
Travis pointed at the floor. “I said no one leaves the house. That means no one, Trenton, Goddamn it! You shouldn’t have let her leave in the first place.”
“Who the fuck put you in charge?” Trenton snapped.
Travis tried to stay calm. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
“What have I done?” Trenton said, taking a step toward Travis. “You seem to know more than the rest of us. Why don’t you enlighten me?”
Travis sighed, frustrated. He wasn’t allowed to say anything until Liis called the next day. “You stay here. One of the agents will pick her up from work.”
“I’m not sending a stranger to pick up my wife,” Trenton spat. “You wouldn’t, either.”
“Trent, you can’t go out there.”
“Why?”
“Because you can’t,” Travis said.
America padded down the stairs, flinching from the dim lighting offered from the lamps in the living room. She hooked her arm around mine, waiting to hear more in hopes of understanding what was going on. The brothers hadn’t argued in years, certainly not like this. It was unsettling, and I could see they were both upset about being on opposite sides of a disagreement.
“I’m going,” Trenton said.
Travis went to grab his arm, but Shepley stopped him. He communicated with his eyes what we all knew. If Travis attempted to physically stop Trenton from leaving to pick up Camille, there would be a brawl in the living room.
“Trent,” Shepley said, following him down the hall. America followed him.
Travis was breathing hard through his nose and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to release the negative energy. It reminded me of the way he behaved just before a fight.
“You’re okay,” I whispered, touching his shoulder. “He doesn’t understand you’re just trying to keep him safe.”
Travis was glaring at the hallway, listening to Shepley try to persuade him to stay. “If he’d just trust me for once. Stubborn motherfucker.”
“He trusts you,” I said. “He’s thinking about Camille.”
Travis’s shoulders relaxed, and he reached back to touch my belly. “We have to think about everyone.”
“Let Shepley and Mare talk to him.”
Travis rubbed the back of his neck and began to pace, waiting for his cousin and my best friend to talk sense into his brother. I had planned for broken hearts and tears. I even assumed there would be anger once we came clean about the lies; even when we explained it was the only way to buy time while keeping everyone safe. I wasn’t prepared for the brothers to turn on each other.
CHAPTER TWELVE
AMERICA
SHEPLEY FLATTENED HIS HAND against the door, begging Trenton with his eyes not to take it further. Jim, Jack and Deana, and the kids were still asleep, although I wasn’t sure how with all the loud whispering. The lamp in the living room was the only light on in the house, and the air conditioner had just kicked on, drowning out the crickets whose chirping was just announcing the arrival of summer.
At three a.m., there was no traffic outside and no headlights sliding across the wall, just the old bulb in the corner of the living room surrounded by a dirty white drum held up by a five-foot tall Lucite column with a brass base. The entire home looked frozen in 1980, except that it hadn’t frozen. Everything was worn, stained, tattered, or marred, mostly by the five boys who grew up here.
The light from the lamp didn’t quite reach the hallway, so we stood with Trenton in the dark.
“Shep, I love you, but get the fuck outta my way,” Trenton said. His dark form moved toward the door, but Shepley moved in front of him.
“C’mon, cousin. You’re going to punch me in front of my wife?”
Trenton frowned and then turned to me. “Turn around for a second, Mare.”
“No,” I said, crossing my arms.
Trenton sighed. “I have to pick up my wife from work. I have to leave now. I don’t want her to have to wait on me.”
“Agent Perkins can do it,” I said. “He can leave right now. He’s ready to go, standing in the kitchen, keys in hand.”
As Trenton became more agitated, I threw my
arms around him and squeezed. “Our kids are here; your nephews and nieces. Your dad is here. Travis and Shepley can’t save everyone. We need you here, Trenton.”
“What if something happens to Camille?” he asked, conflicted.
“Do you think whoever the agents are protecting us from are going to hit The Red Door before the house? She doesn’t even work there anymore. Not technically,” Shepley said.
Trenton glared at my husband. “Would you leave it to a stranger to pick up your wife when we all know people are out there hunting us down?”
Shepley sighed, and his shoulders sank. “No.”
Trenton put his hand on the knob. “Then don’t ask something of me you couldn’t do yourself.”
Just as he opened the door, an agent standing on the porch turned to stand in the way. He wore a suit like the other two agents, but he was much bigger. “I’m going to have to ask you remain inside the home, sir.”
Trenton looked up at the agent, and then back at us and over my shoulder. I turned to see Travis standing at the end of the hall.
“What the fuck is this?” Trenton asked.
“That’s Agent Blevins,” Travis said, smug.
“Why are you asking him?” Shepley asked. “Travis is just as clueless as the rest of us.”
Trenton’s brow furrowed, and he lifted one hand to point four fingers at Travis. “He knows all of their names. Do you happen to know all the names of everyone who works at the FBI, Shep, because I sure as shit don’t.”
“What are you trying to say?” Shepley asked.
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