Breathe (Colorado Mountain #4)(174)

“Right,” Chace muttered.

“Cool to meet you,” Brody called.

“Uh… you too,” I called back even though it kind of wasn’t due to the circumstances though it still was. Then I asked, “Is she going to be okay?”

“This Neanderthal act means he’s gonna stop jackin’ around? Yes,” Darius answered. “She keeps pushin’ him away and he keeps puttin’ up with it? No.”

Sounded like there was a story there.

Serenity was so holding out on me. Even more than I thought she was.

“My money’s on Ally,” Brody muttered.

“My money’s on Zano,” Darius muttered back.

Definitely a story there and it had nothing to do with Nathan Fillion.

Interesting.

“You sure you don’t want a beer or something?” I asked and felt Chace’s body tense around me.

“How ‘bout we have a beer tomorrow when you haven’t just been dug out of a wooden box covered in three feet of fresh dirt?” Darius asked back.

“That would probably be a more appropriate time for entertaining,” I muttered.

That was when I felt Chace’s body shaking around me at the same time both Darius and Brody grinned at me.

“Glad it all ended good. Later,” Darius gave his farewell.

“Yeah, later,” Brody gave his.

“Bye,” I called.

Chace gave them a chin lift.

They barely got the door closed before we were up, me in Chace’s arms and Chace heading to the hall, down it and to his room.

He set me in the bed, put a fist in it on either side of me and leaned in so he was all I could see.

“Be back, two seconds,” he whispered.

I nodded.

He left and I knew he was closing down the house for the night. I got proof when the light shining through the window from outside went out. It wasn’t needed anymore anyway. Dawn was coming.

When he came back, I watched him take off his jeans and sweater and climb in bed beside me. Then he turned out his light, rolled over me and turned out mine.

When it was out, he shifted into me and gathered me in his arms.

I was wearing one of his sweatshirts, clean panties and a pair of his socks, all I’d tugged on after my shower.

He was silent.

I remained that way too.

Then I stopped remaining that way.

“Are you okay?”

No answer.

My hands slid up the skin of his back and I called, “Chace?”

“I’m in the red zone,” he whispered.

His words, my words, words, the memory of them, the reason he was saying them making my heart clench.

I closed my eyes and pushed in closer.

“I’m okay,” I whispered.

“You’d run out of air.”

I opened my eyes. “For hardly a minute.”

“You’d run out of air.”

“It’s over, honey.”

His arms tightened around me and his voice was yet again gruff when he asked, “Can you really tell me after that shit happened you’re okay?”

“I only had to wait for you, Chace. You had to look for me. What you went through is worse so, no. I’m not really okay but I’m not freaked about what happened to me. I’m upset about what happened to you.”

“Jesus, baby, I’m okay.”

“You aren’t.”

“You’re here, you’re breathin’, you’re in my bed, you’re wearin’ my ring, I f**kin’ am.” His voice was reassuringly firm as his arms were reassuringly tight.

Still, I pushed, “Promise?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m just worried you aren’t.”

“Well, I am.”

“Could f**k with you.”

“Maybe, but you’ll be here.”

“Could give you bad dreams.”

“Maybe, but you’ll be here.”

“Could be okay then in a year, two, twelve, it’ll sneak up and haunt you.”

Jeez!

Sometimes a protective hero hot guy could be stubborn and annoying.

It was my turn to be firm. “Okay, maybe, Chace, but you’ll be here.”

He went silent.

Then he whispered. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

Yeah.

He would.

In a year, two, twelve.

Always.

I snuggled closer and whispered back, “Yeah.”

He went silent.

I remained that way too.

Then I again stopped.

“Tired?”

“Fuck no.” Again firm.

“You want to talk?”

“No.”

I snuggled even closer. “Make love?”

Without delay or a word, Chace rolled into me, his mouth hit my throat and his lips slid around and up my neck.

I took that as a yes.

“Fuck?” I whispered an alternate suggestion.

“Make love,” he muttered against my jaw and I grinned into the gathering dawn as Chace’s hands moved under his sweatshirt.

Then I whispered back, “Works for me.”

Epilogue

All That’s You

One year and six weeks later

“It’s now my honor and my pleasure to pronounce you, Chace Keaton and you, Faye Keaton, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”