Strong Enough (Tall, Dark, and Dangerous #1)(81)

When I’m standing beside him, he looks down into my eyes, staring into them like they hold a thousand wonders. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

I nod, my mouth so dry my tongue is stuck to the roof.

“Have I told you how incredibly talented you are? And how much you deserve this?”

Again I nod.

“And have I told you how lucky I am to call you mine? No matter what tomorrow holds?”

I nod and smile, my skin warming as though I’m being bathed in sunlight. And that’s about right. That’s what it feels like to be loved by Jasper. It’s sometimes rough and fast, sometimes sweet and languorous, but always bright and hot.

“I love you, baby.”

I feel tears prickle. I will never get used to hearing those words from his lips. Nor will I ever get tired of it.

Before I can respond, Jasper tucks my hand in the crook of his elbow and we make our way into the crowded restaurant.

We are greeted immediately and taken to a private dining nook where Hugh and Julienne await us. They both rise when we appear, both kissing my cheeks before greeting Jasper. I can tell by the look on Julienne’s face that her appreciation for art extends to my jaw-droppingly gorgeous man. I smile. It doesn’t make me jealous. It makes me proud. So proud that he’s all mine. Although he’s polite, the greeting he gives her pales in comparison to the look he slants my way after he pushes in my chair.

Conversation is easy and light, the food exquisite and expensive.

“I have Gerard to thank for introducing me to this lovely woman’s work,” Julienne says.

“Obviously he had a good eye,” Jasper says mildly.

“Did you know him?”

“Not really. We only met once.”

“A pity we couldn’t all be here tonight. I have a feeling business will be very good,” she says, winking at me.

“I’m sure he hated to miss it,” I add.

Gerard sold his house and moved to Italy within a month of Jasper and me moving out. Jasper wanted to choose a place that was more to his liking. In other words, some place that no one could find us until my father finds out who’s behind Napalm.

In the last four months, he’s been able to uncover a few details about Napalm. It’s a covert operation, not sanctioned by the government, that appears to lead right to a senatorial committee. Every day he gets one step closer to putting an end to all this so we can go home. He’s got Rogan in the wings, waiting for another name, another connection so that he can work his own sources. Until then, we’re making a home where we can. With each other. We’re healing more and more, learning to love and be loved. Jasper is putting his old life and all its nightmares behind him and reaching for a future with me. He even grieved the loss of his mother, shedding a single tear that I caught before it could touch the ground. With each day, we’re growing closer together and farther from the pain of the past.

Jasper mentions one of my newest pieces, effectively bringing me back to the present. Under the table, he takes my hand and squeezes it. He’s always attuned to me, always sensitive to my moods and my thoughts, it seems.

They finally get around to making me an offer that makes my head spin. I feel giddy and light, my laugh sounding more and more like Julienne’s champagne-soaked one. But my bubbles come from within. This news makes an already wonderful day perfect.

My mind reels as I think about the other news I got, news that Jasper has yet to find out about. I’ll be telling him later, when we’re alone. Until then, every time I think about that little plastic tube that’s in the trashcan back at our new place here in Paris, I feel giddy. It read positive this morning. The pink plus appeared almost immediately. I knew it would. Something in my gut, something in my heart told me that it would.

Jasper will be thrilled. He tries to act nonchalant about me getting pregnant, but he’s as disappointed as I am when the test reads negative. So tonight, we’ll be celebrating more than one dream coming true. After a lifetime of tough blows and bad dreams, I want Jasper to have his every heart’s desire, starting with our baby. If it’s within my power to make him happy, I’ll do it. I’d do anything for him. And he’d do anything for me. That’s why I don’t worry about tomorrow. As long as I’ve got Jasper, I’ll be more than okay. I’ll be perfect.





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TOUGH ENOUGH

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PROLOGUE


Katie



Two years ago

Something is prodding me to wake up. Like an insistent finger poking my shoulder and someone whispering, “Wake up, wake up, wake up.”

But I don’t want to. I only want to hide. Hide from the light, hide from the world, hide from reality. I turn deeper into unconsciousness, but there’s no rest for me there.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

A dull pain begins to spread down my left side and sounds that were a distant backdrop only moments before come closer, closer, closer. One by one, I can make them out.

Sirens.

Metallic clattering.

Strange voices.

Screaming. Awful screaming.

It sounds so familiar, that scream. That voice, although I can’t figure out why. The answer is fuzzy, like the face that swirls behind my eyes.