lawyers draw up the paperwork. He just wanted to unload the software, the company, and be
done with his games apparently. After tonight—well, last night—Iris understood why.
“Yeah, real great silver lining.” There was a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
Iris pushed back from him so she could see his face, though he didn’t loosen his grip on her
shoulders. “I thought you’d be happy.”
His blue eyes darkened. “Seeing you fight that woman…” He shook his head as he trailed off. “I
know you’re well trained and can take care of yourself, but nothing is worth you getting hurt. I’d sell everything I owned if you never had to go through that again.”
Her eyebrows rose at his words. She knew how much being successful mattered to him. She
sometimes worried he was too consumed with the need to make money, but his drive in life was sexy
as hell. “Wyatt—”
“I know it’s just words and doesn’t prove anything, but it’s how I feel. I…” Wyatt trailed off, not wanting to have this conversation now. He knew actions spoke louder than words. It was one of the
reasons he’d come to Miami. To prove to Iris how much she mattered to him. He’d follow her to the
ends of the earth if that’s what it took. But just saying pretty words wouldn’t mean shit to her.
Her brow furrowed when he didn’t continue. “What?”
“Why’d you marry me?” he asked abruptly, needing the answer more than his next breath.
Her gaze flicked to the side for a second, discomfort creeping into her posture. “Why’d you ask
me?”
Not an answer. Damn it. He’d asked because he fucking loved her, but he couldn’t find the words.
He’d never told them to anyone before. Even thinking them felt foreign. If he told her and she didn’t return his feelings, or worse, tried to let him down gently…yeah, he couldn’t deal with that shit right now. Or ever. Luckily he didn’t have to because the door opened and Harrison Caldwell strode in.
Wearing a dark, custom-made suit, Iris’s boss looked as if he’d been at work for hours when in
reality he’d probably just rolled out of bed not too long ago since it was three in the morning. Iris stood, smoothing down her wrinkled, ripped dress as she did. Wyatt kept his arm around her as he
followed suit. Harrison knew they were married and Wyatt didn’t give a shit what anyone thought
anyway. Right now he needed to touch his wife. To reassure himself she was unharmed.
“How are you two holding up?” Harrison asked.
Iris looked at Wyatt, eyebrows raised, and he could see the silent question in her eyes. She wanted to take over the conversation and right now he didn’t give a shit as long as they got answers. And as long as she didn’t pull away from him.
“We’re good. Pissed, but unharmed. Just waiting to hear what’s going on with the female and with
Keibler and Thorton,” she said.
Harrison’s expression darkened for a moment as he shoved his hands in his pants pockets. “The
woman isn’t talking, but they got a hit on her prints. Her real name is Sato Tora. She’s wanted by
Interpol in connection with a hit from three years ago—two people died. Maybe she was sloppier
back then, but either way, they’re picking her up this afternoon.”
“Miami PD is letting her go?” Wyatt’s blood pressure rose at the news. The woman had attempted
to kill him. Twice. He knew she was just doing a job she’d been paid to do and that it was business for her, but he took his life very personally.
Iris let out an annoyed curse, which made him smile despite the situation.
“They’re not letting her go. She’s going to be in prison for life, but yes, they’re giving her up to Interpol because they don’t want to deal with jurisdictional bullshit and because Interpol has a better chance of charging her with two murders than we do on attempted murder. There’s not much proof of
who poisoned your drink other than Iris’s eyewitness account. Even
done with his games apparently. After tonight—well, last night—Iris understood why.
“Yeah, real great silver lining.” There was a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
Iris pushed back from him so she could see his face, though he didn’t loosen his grip on her
shoulders. “I thought you’d be happy.”
His blue eyes darkened. “Seeing you fight that woman…” He shook his head as he trailed off. “I
know you’re well trained and can take care of yourself, but nothing is worth you getting hurt. I’d sell everything I owned if you never had to go through that again.”
Her eyebrows rose at his words. She knew how much being successful mattered to him. She
sometimes worried he was too consumed with the need to make money, but his drive in life was sexy
as hell. “Wyatt—”
“I know it’s just words and doesn’t prove anything, but it’s how I feel. I…” Wyatt trailed off, not wanting to have this conversation now. He knew actions spoke louder than words. It was one of the
reasons he’d come to Miami. To prove to Iris how much she mattered to him. He’d follow her to the
ends of the earth if that’s what it took. But just saying pretty words wouldn’t mean shit to her.
Her brow furrowed when he didn’t continue. “What?”
“Why’d you marry me?” he asked abruptly, needing the answer more than his next breath.
Her gaze flicked to the side for a second, discomfort creeping into her posture. “Why’d you ask
me?”
Not an answer. Damn it. He’d asked because he fucking loved her, but he couldn’t find the words.
He’d never told them to anyone before. Even thinking them felt foreign. If he told her and she didn’t return his feelings, or worse, tried to let him down gently…yeah, he couldn’t deal with that shit right now. Or ever. Luckily he didn’t have to because the door opened and Harrison Caldwell strode in.
Wearing a dark, custom-made suit, Iris’s boss looked as if he’d been at work for hours when in
reality he’d probably just rolled out of bed not too long ago since it was three in the morning. Iris stood, smoothing down her wrinkled, ripped dress as she did. Wyatt kept his arm around her as he
followed suit. Harrison knew they were married and Wyatt didn’t give a shit what anyone thought
anyway. Right now he needed to touch his wife. To reassure himself she was unharmed.
“How are you two holding up?” Harrison asked.
Iris looked at Wyatt, eyebrows raised, and he could see the silent question in her eyes. She wanted to take over the conversation and right now he didn’t give a shit as long as they got answers. And as long as she didn’t pull away from him.
“We’re good. Pissed, but unharmed. Just waiting to hear what’s going on with the female and with
Keibler and Thorton,” she said.
Harrison’s expression darkened for a moment as he shoved his hands in his pants pockets. “The
woman isn’t talking, but they got a hit on her prints. Her real name is Sato Tora. She’s wanted by
Interpol in connection with a hit from three years ago—two people died. Maybe she was sloppier
back then, but either way, they’re picking her up this afternoon.”
“Miami PD is letting her go?” Wyatt’s blood pressure rose at the news. The woman had attempted
to kill him. Twice. He knew she was just doing a job she’d been paid to do and that it was business for her, but he took his life very personally.
Iris let out an annoyed curse, which made him smile despite the situation.
“They’re not letting her go. She’s going to be in prison for life, but yes, they’re giving her up to Interpol because they don’t want to deal with jurisdictional bullshit and because Interpol has a better chance of charging her with two murders than we do on attempted murder. There’s not much proof of
who poisoned your drink other than Iris’s eyewitness account. Even
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