back in her purse, then she breathed in a hard, desperate breath. God, if anything happened to Morganna, Reno would never, ever forgive her. Morganna was the last family tie he had left, and he worshipped his sister. Raged at her sometimes, rarely understood her, but he loved her, as only an older brother could.
And Raven knew she would never forgive herself, either. Morganna was the closest thing to a sister that Raven had ever known. If anything happened to Morganna, Raven would always know that by telling her husband the truth she could have saved her.
“Raven?” She jerked as Reno’s voice, soft, inquiring, spoke behind her.
She turned to him, amazed anew at the man who was now her husband. She had sworn she would never marry a SEAL, that she would never trust her heart to a man in such a dangerous profession. He had changed her mind. He had shownher how much she truly did need him. For as long as she could hold him.
“That was fast.” She tightened the belt of her robe and walked into his arms, feeling the strength and hardness of his arms enfolding her.
“I missed you in there with me. What was so important out here?”
“Checking up on my brother.” She hid her face against his chest. “Making sure he wasn’t causing any trouble.”
“And is he?” His voice was gentle, curious. Suspicious.
“About normal.” Her arms twined around his neck as her lips pressed against his chest. “And it’s my honeymoon. He’s not allowed to ruin my honeymoon.”
“No one is allowed to ruin your honeymoon.” He kissed her head gently. “But you know, Raven, sometimes your husband isn’t as thickheaded as you think he might be.”
She stilled in his arms.
“I’ve known about Morganna since she joined the Academy,” he whispered at Raven’s ear. “And unbeknownst to both of you, I attended her graduation and watched her take that diploma with pride. And, sweet wife, I am receiving regular updates on her progress.”
She jerked back, narrowing her eyes before slapping at his bare arm and baring her teeth at him furiously.
He laughed, concern lurking behind the amusement in his gaze.
“Don’t worry.” He winked. “I promise not to let Clint get hold of me for a while. Okay?”
“That is so mean.” She pouted. “I can’t believe you hid this from me.”
“You hid it from me,” he pointed out. “I’m just sick of watching you worry about her on our honeymoon.” Then he sobered, his eyes darkening in worry. “I know she grew up, Raven, and I know she has to make a life for herself. I’ll head home if she needs me, but as long as Clint’s there, she’s safe.”
Now Raven just prayed Clint didn’t break her friend’s heart and that he realized how easy it would be to do just that.
Reno pulled her back into his arms, controlling her struggles as his erection pressed against her stomach, firing her arousal.
“Now come here, wife. Let’s enjoy our honeymoon.”
Chapter 5
Joe Merino pulled the black surveillance van into a parking spot within sight of Morganna’s house and stared at the dimly lit upper window thoughtfully.
She was home safe and sound, no tails, no problems. So why was the hair on the back of his neck tingling? It was never a good sign.
Beside him sat the one true friend he had ever claimed and the only man he trusted with his life.
Grant Samuels was slouched in his seat, nursing a steaming cup of coffee and bleary eyes. His ever-present University of Southern Carolina baseball cap was pulled down over his eyes and his dark T-shirt stained with some painting project his wife had pulled him into months ago. And he was scowling. This was his third night away from his comfortable matrimonial bed, and he was starting to get damned cranky.
A cranky Grant wasn’t anyone’s idea of a fun time, either. Even his best friend’s.
“Think he’ll do it?” Grant finally mumbled as he lifted the coffee cup to his lips again.
Grant was as addicted to his