Her Double Delite Warriors (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 3)

“I’m fine except one thing is really aching badly.”

“Do you need me to get the nurse? There’s painkillers for that.”

“Not for this ache, Michael. Come here please.”

Michael walked toward her other side. “Do you make it a habit of going around breaking hearts, Michael?” she whispered.

He looked at her strangely and then to Chad.

“Did I do something to anger you or make you not

love me the way I love you and Chad?”

“What did you say?” Michael asked, and Chad took her hand.

Michael placed his hand on her thigh.

“I think you screwed up big-time on such an important mission, Michael.”

He was quiet a moment and then he nodded his head.

“I know I did. I should have been more considerate of you. I didn’t think. If I had, Solandro wouldn’t have found out about you.”

“No, Michael. Not that mission. You succeeded and he’s dead. I am grateful to you for that. I’m talking about the most important mission of your life.”

“What would that be?” he asked her, still not getting it.

“Finding true love, embracing it, opening up your heart and your fears despite what you’ve conditioned yourself to ignore. I don’t blame you for any of this. I blame Solandro. I love you, Michael, and I want to be with you forever. I don’t care that I sound naive. I don’t care what anyone thinks about it. I love you with all my heart and I love Chad, too.”

Before she could finish, Michael was leaning forward and kissing her hard on the mouth. She tried to hold him with her good hand, and she cringed when his forehead touched hers.

“I love you, too, baby.”

“Me, too, Alexa. We can’t wait to start our new life together,” Chad added.

“You’re my protectors, my lovers, and my everything.”

They both laid their heads against her shoulders. She smiled and closed her eyes as she absorbed the feel of her two, strong, sexy lovers. She was safe, they were safe, and life in Delite, Texas, was only going to get better with her double Delite Warriors.

THE END