Nix. (Den of Mercenaries Book 3)(60)

“What changed?”

Everything had changed, Kit thought. And he knew, without her having to say, the exact moment when their perfectly put together world started to fall apart.

“I woke up from the dream,” Luna said softly. “Everything was great, better than I could have wished for. And I was happy until I found out the truth about him.”

“Would you care to elaborate?”

This time, it was Luna beginning the tale, but as it always were when it came to hurdles in their lives, it began with Uilleam.





Chapter Sixteen





Luna found that she did rather enjoy Kit’s gifts, even if she wasn’t sure what all they would bring.

Sometimes they were things that made her laugh, like the new set of serrated steel blades and the thigh holster that came with them.

Another time he had shown her exactly how loud she could scream when he tortured her in that special way of his.

But this, even if she wasn’t entirely sure what ‘this’ was, topped those by far.

It had been a late morning spent tucked against his side as she cursed the need for the sun to rise as she wished she could sleep longer. Her last job had felt never ending as she spent three months infiltrating a company to steal classified computer files.

It wasn’t extraneous work, but tedious and boring, but once it was done, she was just glad she could spend more time with Kit until she was called back in.

He had even promised to take a few days for just the two of them to spend together.

Luna hadn’t anticipated he’d meant flying her out of the country to an undisclosed location. And when he said alone, he meant it.

Not even Aidra had come along with them on this trip.

“Where are we going, exactly?” she asked, looking to the man that continuously surprised her.

It went well beyond the gifts—it was just Kit. He was thoughtful and caring, and the last four years had shown her that.

Once Lawrence was gone from the picture, she felt like she had been able breathe again, even if Kit made a habit of stealing that away.

She was free.

Truly free.

And everyday since, Kit had shown her the world and everything it had to offer

Like this trip.

He hadn’t given her any details, merely had her wake up and ready herself before they were out the door and headed for his car.

A mere thirty minutes later, they were on the jet.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Kit replied with the slightest of smiles, his attention on the paper in his lap.

He was by far, one of the only men she knew that still read a newspaper. It was just one of those habits she knew he would never break.

“If I guess, will you tell me?” she asked, trying another strategy.

“Patience.”

Luna kicked her feet up, smiling over at him. “We both know I’ve never been good at that.”

“Bihafio, Luna.”

Behave, he said.

Laughing, she almost missed his smile as she plucked the paper from his hands, her own gaze shifting over the columns of text as she fell into his lap.

“Who are you looking for now?”

There was only one section of the newspaper Kit paid particular attention to—the obituaries. It had seemed rather odd to her, at least until she better understand why he did it.

Sometimes it was as simple as the person that had died, the legacy they’d left behind summed up in a matter of three paragraphs, sometimes less. But, Kit had taught her that it wasn’t just the person featured there that mattered—sometimes it was who they were connected to.

Whether business wise, or familial, the message was clear for anyone that knew how to read it.

“No one of importance,” he said, drawing his gaze from the page to her.

She didn’t believe that for a second. “Anyone interesting, then?”

He plucked the paper from her hands, folding it and tossing it on the opposite seat. “Business can wait.”

“Then you’re going to tell me where we’re going?” she asked hopefully, playing with the ends of his hair. “I’m dying to know.”

Kit rolled his eyes. “It’s a place you’ve asked me to take you.”

“That list is endless.”

“And we’ll have a lifetime to work through it.”

It was amazing how quickly he could turn her to putty with just his words. “If I guess right, will you tell me?”

He kissed suddenly, just a quick press of his lips to hers. “Not a chance.”

Her groan made him laugh, but she didn’t have to wait in suspense for long, not when the clouds gave way and she could see the turquoise waters below.

The beauty of it couldn’t be described in words, and she had a feeling as she returned to her seat and buckled in once the sign came on, where they were going.

Luna was giddy with anticipation as they landed, rolling to a stop at the end of a dirt runway. She could barely hold in her excitement as she walked off the plane with Kit close behind and climbed into the waiting jeep.

As they rode down the street, drawing closer to the beach, she was smiling before they even reached the bungalows set above crystalline waters.

“Welcome to paradise,” Kit said in her ear.

God, she loved this man.