Walk Through Fire (Chaos #4)(20)

He started chuckling, his brown eyes lit with humor and warmth, but that soft look never left his face.

“So, you’re prepared to push out seven kids,” he remarked.

“That would not be the optimal scenario,” I replied. “But, yes. To get what I want I’m prepared.”

“Well, I want boys. I’ve got a sister, good friends back in Durango. Havin’ that, not losin’ it even leavin’ town and leavin’ them behind when I headed out to see what was up next in life meant I looked for it here in Denver. And that led me to Chaos. So I know what havin’ a brother is but wish I had it all my life. Want my boys to have that.”

“So, best case, two boys, two girls. Worst case, two boys, two girls, and various wildcards,” I replied, and Logan chuckled again.

“Yeah, though, worst case don’t sound too bad either.”

He was right and I didn’t care that we only had four dates and it was early.

Four dates had done it for me.

This was my guy.

So the thought of giving him as many babies as he wanted thrilled me to pieces.

I didn’t want it the next day or week or month.

But when I got close to graduating from college, I wanted to start thinking about it because I wanted it early so I could be young and enjoy my kids and then be young and enjoy my grandkids.

“Start early,” I whispered hesitantly.

“Oh yeah,” he agreed instantly.

See?

This was my guy.

We agreed on everything. Not just everything that meant something, everything as in everything.

His gaze grew intense on me right before he rolled us so he was on top.

“Gotta get you home soon but want a little more of you before I hafta let you go,” he told me.

Oh yes.

We agreed on everything.

I melted under him.

“Okay,” I agreed.

His eyes warmed a different way before he slanted his head and kissed me.

Logan got a little more of me and I got a lot more of him.

Then he took me home.

I hated to say good-bye at my parents’ front door.

But it wasn’t that bad.

Because we had plans the next night.

CHAPTER FOUR

A Tragedy

Tyra

“RIGHT,” ELVIRA, SITTING in my car next to me, stated. “I’m wired for sound. I go in, you listen in. Now, I’m likin’ this ’cause for me, it kills three birds with one stone. It breaks up the tedium of herdin’ commandos all day. It gets you intel on your girl. And, seein’ as she’s a party planner and I called all her references before I set up this gig, she and me do this sit-down, I get the prelims done for my wedding.”

She then clapped her hands together and held them palm out in front of her, indicating done.

“Uh... don’t you think it might be bad luck to start planning your wedding before Malik actually pops the question?” Lanie, crammed in my backseat, asked Elvira.

Elvira twisted around to glare at her. “Uh... no, seein’ as Malik’ll be the one with the bad luck if that man don’t put a ring on it and soon. He don’t, I got two choices. Kick his black ass out or kill him. And, just sayin’, I’m leanin’ toward door number two.”

She didn’t have to “just say.” She’d been ranting about this for months, so we already knew.

I didn’t blame her. Elvira was my girl and Malik was her man and had been for a long time. He needed to make a move.

I felt for her because I loved her.

But this was not the time for that.

“Not to change the subject from one this important,” I put in. “But I don’t have a good feeling about our current mission.”

It was only three days after Wild Bill’s rally.

In that time, I had taken into consideration my husband’s warnings to stay out of it.

Then I (and all the boys) had been treated to High’s foul mood.

So I decided to go for it.

To that end I’d roped in Elvira, my friend who also worked for Hawk Delgado, who was a kind of private investigator, kind of commando, but mostly unsung superhero (in my mind). I’d also pulled in Lanie, my bestest bestie, who had traveled my path. She’d just done it years later when she, too, married a Chaos brother, Hopper “Hop” Kincaid.

Once she heard, being one to dive in to something like this with both feet, Elvira made short work of doing the legwork, utilizing Hawk’s superhero resources at his command center.

Therefore we knew a fair amount about Millicent Cross.

We knew she was forty-one. We knew she’d never been married (something I found telling, and Lanie and Elvira agreed). We knew she also had never had children (again with the telling). We knew she’d lived in her house for eleven years.

But we also knew that, years ago, she’d shared a rental with High and they’d done that for three years.

Further, we knew she had one sister, who was married with two kids and lived local, and two living parents who had moved to Arizona three years ago.

And last, we knew she owned her own business.

She planned parties.

All parties.

Weddings. Anniversaries. Bar mitzvahs. Bat mitzvahs. Quinceañeras. Corporate gatherings. You named it, she planned it, and after Elvira had called the references listed on her website, we’d found that she did it very well.