Four Seconds to Lose (Ten Tiny Breaths #3)(120)

And I have a feeling that with Cain, nothing ever will be.

But it will be different in all the best ways.

“All right, out!” Cain barks, but there’s no bite to his tone.

Nate slams the books shut and rounds the desk, clasping hands with Cain as he passes. “Ginger,” he says, wrapping a giant paw around the back of her neck. “I’m going to need a manager.”

“And I’m going to need to set myself on fire,” I hear her retort as they head down the hall. I catch the wink over her shoulder a second before Cain shuts and locks the door.

“Where were we?” Cain murmurs, pinning my body against the wall with his. Being in my grandparents’ house limited our nightly “activities” somewhat. Cain has already promised that we’ll be making up for it. By the feel of his hardness against me, I’m thinking he plans on starting right now.

I’m fine with that. I’ll give Cain anything he wants, because he’s given me everything.

There are no secrets between us anymore. He knows about every single one of my drops, and he knows about Sal Pal. I, in turn, know what happened to the two men who murdered his family.

I know how the cartel found Sam.

And I don’t think any less of Cain for it. In fact, if possible, I love him more. We are simply two good people with equally flawed pasts, looking for perfect futures.

And I think we’ve found it, in each other.