Midnight Man (Midnight #1)(65)

Oh, how nice. Bud had come to take her home. She smiled at Bud and then froze when Bud moved aside. There was another man behind Bud, just as tall, just as broad-shouldered but with close-cropped black hair and gunmetal eyes. The hair on the nape of her neck rose.

Suzanne stood up slowly, shaking. Oh, God, she thought she’d never see him again. She wanted to call his name, but her throat was closed. Her legs could barely hold her up.

Suzanne looked at him hungrily. He looked leaner. Had he somehow lost weight in the past few days? Lines of exhaustion clawed his beard-shadowed face and he was filthy. He had the look of a wild animal about him.

She took one step, then two, and then ran into John’s arms. His arms closed around her fiercely, and she broke into sobs.

“We won’t ever find the weapon, will we?” Special Agent Crowley asked behind her.

John’s eyes were cold as he looked at the agent. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

He bent and lifted Suzanne in his arms and smiled down at her, one of his rare smiles, looking so odd in that exhausted unshaved face. The agents were standing silently, watching them. Nobody made a move to stop him as he turned with her in his arms and walked out.

“Come love,” he said, as he carried her over the doorstep, “let’s go home.”

The End