“It’ll be over soon.”
“It’s never over.” She broke free and grabbed his glass. She threw it at the wall. It broke into shards.
Hunt grabbed her.
“Let me have a tantrum, Hunter.”
“I think you’ve ranted enough.”
“No, I haven’t.” Then he wrestled her, and Savannah found herself flat on her back on the couch, with Hunt’s big body on top of her.
“It’s time to turn it off for a while,” he said.
She let out a shuddering breath.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You had a meltdown because you’re worried about me.”
“That’s part of it.” She gripped his biceps. “I should leave. He’d stop targeting you and the women of San Francisco if I did.”
Hunt’s body went rock-solid. “Fuck, no. You’re not running.” He pressed his angry face nose to nose with hers. “You’re staying right here, with me, forever.”
She went still. “What?”
“I’m in love with you,” he growled.
A hundred different emotions stormed through Savannah. “No, you’re not.” Okay, her voice sounded totally panicked.
Green eyes flashed. “I am, and if you dig deep, you’d admit that you’re in love with me, too.”
Savannah sucked in a breath. “I am not. You can’t tell me what I feel.”
“I just did.”
Her heart leaped around like crazy. “You are so stubborn.”
“Yes. After I deal with Walkson, then I want you to marry me.”
Savannah’s chest locked and she couldn’t breathe. “You’ve lost your mind, Morgan.”
He looked smug. “No. I love you, so you’ll just have to get used to hearing it.”
He kissed her. She fought him for a second, but it was Hunt, so she caved.
She pulled him closer and kissed him back.
Chapter Sixteen
Hunt finished tying his tie, then pulled on his shoulder holster.
“God, you’re hot.”
He looked up. Savannah leaned against the doorjamb, wearing a black, silky robe and cradling a coffee mug.
Her cheeks were still flushed from their lovemaking session in the shower. He grabbed his SIG off the bedside table, checked it again, and slid it into the holster.
“Cam will be here soon,” Hunt said. “He’ll stay with you today.”
She did a poor job of hiding the worry in her eyes.
Hunt took the mug and set it down. He cupped her cheeks. “I need you to trust me.”
“I trust you. It’s Walkson I don’t trust.”
“I’m meeting with Brynn and Killian. Killian’s hacker got some info. We’ll put pressure on him until Walkson has nowhere left to hide. We’ve sent his picture out to the stations. The local news is running a report that he’s a person of interest in Eloise Walters’ murder. Women will be wary. He’ll have a harder time moving around and finding another victim.”
Savannah bit her lip. “Okay, that’s good. And you won’t be alone today? You won’t fall for any of Walkson’s sneaky, underhanded tricks?”
Hunt kissed her. “No.” Mmm. She tasted like coffee.
He kissed her again and backed her up. Her back hit the wall, and her robe fell open. His cock swelled and he cupped her breast, before boosting her up. He was happy to see her bruises were looking a little better.
She wrapped her legs around his waist. “God, every time I kiss you feels like the first.” Her tongue dueled with his. “But better.”
Hunt let his mouth travel down her neck, peppering kisses over her bruised skin, and felt her body rub against his. “I never stop wanting you.”
His phone vibrated and he muttered a curse. Keeping her pinned, he pulled it out.
“Cam is on his way up. My brother always had bad timing.”
Savannah smiled, and rubbed her body against his aching cock again. “You’ll have to save it until later.”
“Tease.” He cupped her cheek. “I love you.”
He saw the flash of fear in her eyes.
“I know you think you do,” she whispered.
Pushing down his annoyance, edged with hurt, he set her down. He knew he had to fight to convince her.
He nipped her lips. “And you think I’m stubborn.” He pulled her robe back into place. “Now get dressed. I don’t want my brother seeing all of this beauty.”
She rolled her eyes at him, but headed into the bathroom.
Hunt met Cam in the living area. “Hi.”
Cam lifted his chin. “How’s she doing?”
Hunt rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s holding it together, but it’s wearing on her. Of course, she’s scared for everyone else but herself.”
“You found a good one, Hunt. Beautiful, talented, and a decent person. Add in her strength, and it’s a potent combination.”
“Find your own woman.”
Cam smiled, but it was a little sad. “I’m too broken.”
Hunt stilled. “Cam—”
His brother held up a hand. “I find it hard to sleep through the night. I…I don’t want to inflict my shit on a woman. If I need sex, a one-night stand will do the job. I’m good.”
Hunt blew out a breath. “You’re not good.”
“Let’s just focus on the stalker who’s after you and your woman right now. Go. I’ve got her.”
“Thanks, Cam.” Hunt shifted closer. “And you have plenty to offer a woman. Don’t let the shit in your head tell you differently. I’ve been there. Vander and the others have, too. It gets better, the battle readiness fades, and sleep gets a bit easier.”
Cam kept Hunt’s gaze, but didn’t respond.
“Hi, Camden.” Savannah appeared, eyeing them carefully.
She had dressed in black leggings, and a billowing top in a pretty shade of green.
“I’m headed out.” Hunt crossed over and gave her a quick kiss. “Be good.”
“Be safe.”
Hunt drove to the Public Safety Building, a Norcross X6 driven by Saxon in tow.
It didn’t matter that it was Sunday, the station was as busy as always. When he got to his office, Brynn and Killian were waiting for him.
“How’s Savannah?” Brynn asked.
“She’s okay.” Hunt sat in his desk chair. “But I want this done. I want Walkson in jail, and paying for his crimes.”
“The local stations are showing his picture, and we have all our officers on the lookout for him,” Brynn said.
“My employee, Hex, has been doing some digging.” Killian opened a sleek, high-tech laptop. “With Ace’s help, she’s accessed CCTV around San Francisco.”
“You mean hacked,” Hunt said.
Killian raised a dark brow. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Fuck, no. As long as I can still put the fucker away, I don’t care how we catch him.”
Hunt would do anything to keep Savannah safe. It was a hell of a realization to know there was no line he wouldn’t cross for her.
“They’ve caught glimpses of him,” Killian said. “Not clear shots, the guy’s wearing glasses to distort his face, and he does what he can to distort his height and build, but Hex’s program is good at adjusting for that. We caught him near the De Winter Museum.”