Afterwards, we lie tangled together, both of us catching our breath. His head rests on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. My fingers stroke through his hair, gentle, soothing.
"We're okay," I whisper. "Whatever comes next, we're okay."
He lifts his head and looks at me with those green eyes I love. "Are we? Vincent's out there and is hunting us. And I..." he wallows hard. "I just made love to you instead of planning our defense."
"We needed this." I cup his face. "We needed to remember why we're fighting. What we're protecting."
"You're what I'm protecting." His hand slides down to rest on my hip possessively. "And I will protect you. Whatever it takes."
There's something in his tone that makes me uneasy. A hardness was creeping back in, but before I could address it, his phone rings.
Luca.
Tony answers on speaker. "Speak to me. What've you got?"
