Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

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    you should be asking yourself, not all that other nonsense."

    "How would we live?" She sounded sad, almost forlorn. Her fingers wrapped around the tea mug until her knuckles turned white. "Like this? On the run? As long as you're with me, you'll never have a real home, Kadan. Whitney isn't going to stop and we both know it."

    "You didn't answer my question. Can you love me the way I am?"

    "You know I already do, but that isn't the point, Kadan. You push so hard sometimes, and whether you think so or not, my concerns are legitimate. You'll wake up one day and wonder why you ever wanted to be with me."

    "So it's settled then. You'll marry me. Say it."

    "I already said it."

    "Well say it again. I want to hear commitment in your voice this time. For me, divorce is not an option. I want that same commitment from you. No matter what happens, no matter what we face, we do it together. We fit. You fit me and I don't want to be without you. I don't like you sitting over there, mulling over whether or not you're going to stay with me once we're done here. I want to absolutely know you're mine—that there's never a question, never a doubt that we belong. So tell me. Say it out loud."

    Tansy kept her gaze on his face. He sounded so tough. So hard. His face could have been carved of stone, his body sculptured from steel, so very still. When he ceased all movement, he became part of his background, every part of him completely motionless—
    waiting. For her. He looked as if whatever she said didn't matter, as if she couldn't shatter him into a million pieces, but his mind was in hers and she knew better. She knew air might be flowing through his physical chest, but deeper inside, where ordinarily he was safe from anyone seeing him, he was holding his breath—waiting. For her.

    "I love you, Kadan. I want to be with you always. And I don't bully so easily. I'm not afraid of you, and no one pushes me anywhere I don't want to go. I'm committing myself to you—to us. So yes, I'll marry you when this is done. I have no idea what kind of future we'll have, but even if I only get a small part of you, I'll have the best part."

    Kadan couldn't move even if he'd wanted to. For a o m ment he had the strange sensation
    of falling on silken sheets and into her warm, soft body, of sharing her skin and sliding into the sheer intimacy of her mind. Everything in him settled.

    O
    " kay." It was the briefest of words.

    He had no idea what else to say. He could show her, but he couldn't say it. She didn't seem to mind. She flashed a sassy grin at him, just as if she caught glimpses of how much she meant to him; he hoped so—she deserved to know.
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    "At the end of the day, when we sit in our rocking chairs, Tansy, and watch our grandchildren play, I can promise you, being with me will have been worth it." Because he was going to devote himself to making and keepin g her happy, and in a lot of ways he
    was very single-minded.

    "Are we going to have grandchildren?"

    "I want everything. I never thought I would have a home or a family, and with you I have both, but you made me want it all. Lots of grandchildren."

    She took another drink of tea and regarded him steadily over the cup. "And when you're off doing your thing with the boys, am I goi g
    n to be at home alone with the children?"

    He wasn't going to lie. "This is who I am. I can provide a safe home with others like us, with GhostWalkers. We all help one another. You won't be alone, but I'll be leaving for short periods of time frequently and we have to live in a safe environment. We have no choice."

    "I don't worry about being alone. I'm good at it. When you're gone, I can do my photography work up in the mountains." She flashed him a small, seductive smile. "You can come looking for me."

    "You can stay where I put you," he corrected. "During the times I'm gone, you won't be able to go to your parents, where I can't protect you and our children from Whitney or anyone else who might want you for their own reasons."

    "That makes sense when we have children, but certainly before, I can still work."

    His jaw tightened. "You can be in a safe environment."

    "And my photography?" Her voice dared him to tell her she couldn't