Nearby, Saxon was sitting in an armchair doing something on his phone.
She turned her head. Surprisingly, Wolf and Killian had come, too. Her brother had sent the Sentinel Security jet back to New York.
He said he wanted to spend more time with her. She figured he’d just glare at Cam some more, and make sure she was safe.
One thing she’d never doubted was her brother’s love. He was cool and controlled, but he always made sure she knew he was there for her.
He raised his head and caught her gaze. He winked at her.
She smiled back.
Then Cam ran a hand down her arm.
“Ready?” he asked.
She nodded.
She rose and the men stood too. God, all four of them were tall, built, and far too attractive.
It was the afternoon already. She looked out the plane window at the tarmac. She could hardly believe that this whole terrible situation was over.
Mikhailov was gone, and never coming back.
She was safe.
It might take a little while for it to sink in.
Cam walked ahead of her and onto the stairs. He jerked to a halt, and she almost ran into the back of him.
“Cam?”
He muttered a curse, but was smiling. He pulled her ahead of him.
Saskia gasped.
The entire Norcross gang was gathered at the base of the plane’s stairs, several cars parked nearby. Everyone and their partners, including Ace and Maggie and their baby, stood there. The tech guru was cradling the tiny baby in a sling against his chest.
“Saskia!” Savannah pushed forward, Hunt a step behind her.
Saskia hurried down the stairs. Savannah engulfed her in a huge hug. Then they were mobbed by Haven, Harlow, Gia, and Sofie. Brynn and Siv stood to the side, smiling. All the men were there, too.
“God, I’m so glad you’re okay.” Savannah had tears in her eyes. “I brought you fresh clothes.”
“You’re a goddess,” Saskia said.
“I got you makeup, and things for the bath.” Harlow held up a bag. “It sounds like you’ve earned a good soak.”
Haven smiled. “I brought you some books.”
“I got you new lingerie.” Gia winked, smiling.
“I have a basket of gourmet food for you,” Sofie said.
“And we got the booze,” Siv said, nudging Brynn.
“Some excellent wine,” the detective added.
“What do I need all of this for?” Saskia asked, taking Cam’s hand.
Ace moved forward. “Because,” he said, “we arranged for the presidential suite at the Fairmont Hotel for you and Cam for a few days. No interruptions.”
Warmth filled her. She saw the surprised look on Cam’s face.
Ace jerked a thumb. “Easton paid for it.”
The billionaire just smiled.
Vander slapped Cam’s shoulder. “You’ve earned a few days off, Morgan.”
Saskia grinned up at him. “What do you say?” A few days alone with Cam—with no bad guys, hot sex, and room service. It was a dream come true.
He touched her cheek. “I’m in.”
“Do not kiss her where I can see,” Killian said, disgruntled.
Saskia wrinkled her nose, but her smile widened.
“Brynn and I will have a dinner at our place tomorrow night,” Vander said, gaze going straight to his woman.
Smiling, the dark-haired detective headed his way. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Come on, Hawke,” Vander said to Killian. “We’ve organized a hotel for you and Wolf, too.”
It wasn’t long before Cam and Saskia were dropped off at the Fairmont, and whizzed up to the presidential suite.
“Oh, my God.” Saskia walked into the opulent living area. The wraparound windows showcased incredible views of the city skyline, the Bay, and the bridges. There was a cool brass telescope by the window that she planned to test out later. The furniture was sleek and sophisticated, but still looked comfortable.
She stood at the window, feeling like she was on top of the world.
“Go and shower, sweetheart. Get comfortable. I’ll order us some room service.”
She nodded at Cam. There was no rush. They had all the time in the world.
There was no one hunting them. No one who’d shoot at them or blow them up.
Saskia showered in the luxurious bathroom and washed her hair twice. Afterward, she dug around in the bags everyone had given them, and pulled out a sexy baby-doll nightgown made of sheer, pink-purple lace. She pulled it on with matching panties. It was outrageously sexy.
Cam had music playing when she entered the living room. He’d showered too, his feet bare and his hair damp.
“I ordered—” He turned and stared.
Oh, she hoped he always looked at her like that. “Sit down, Camden.”
Obediently, he dropped into an armchair, never taking his gaze off her.
She moved over to the music player and changed the song. A strong beat pumped out.
Gracefully, she dropped to her knees and let the music flow through her. She moved, arching her back. She flowed to her feet.
Then she danced.
She leaped and spun. She lifted her leg as if she were doing the splits, and tipped her head back.
She whirled and looked at Cam.
He was leaning forward, hands dangling between his knees, hot gaze locked on her.
The music swelled and she moved again, letting everything she felt—relief, love, desire—fill her.
She didn’t need a stage or applause to enjoy her dancing. It was inside her.
She arched her back, her arms above her head.
As the song ended, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her heart pounding.
“Come here, Saskia.” His voice was deep, vibrating with something she couldn’t quite read.
She rose and walked toward him. Couldn’t look away from his green gaze.
He pulled her down on his lap. When he winced, she frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Just some bruising from the bullets.”
She shifted, careful not to bump him. The memory of almost losing him made her swallow against a sudden lump in her throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Your dancing is like magic, but I couldn’t care if you never danced another step. I love you. All of you, no qualifiers.”
“Cam.” Tears of happiness welled.
“I love what’s inside you.” His hand slid down her body. “I’m still not sure I’m what you deserve—”
She hissed, ready to argue.
He pressed a finger over her lips. “But I’ll spend every day trying to be the man you deserve, who loves you, who makes you happy.”
Her man. Her lover. Her protector.
“I love you, Camden. You already are and do.”
He kissed her. Together, they rose.
“Shall we test out the enormous bed in the master?” he murmured.
“Yes, please.”
They headed for the bedroom.
Cam grabbed a beer from the bucket of ice, then scanned the party.
Vander had the doors to his huge roof terrace open, despite the chilly air. There were several fire pits burning at strategic locations across the deck.
The women were all huddled on outdoor chairs around one, cocktail or wine glasses in their hands.
Saskia wore a dark-green dress that hugged every inch of her. It had a high neck, long sleeves, and hit at midcalf, but was so tight it was sexy as hell.