“Mhmm,” he murmured while his teeth nibbled the tip of my ear. “She’s this hot sexy girl that adores me. I didn’t tell you about her?”
“Ream,” I smacked his thigh and he grabbed my hand and curled our fingers together.
He chuckled. “Well, she may have been sexy fifty years ago. Remember I told you about Urma?”
“The old woman who let you and Haven stay in her shed?”
He nodded. “She died a number of years ago. She must have seen something to do with the band and recognized me because her lawyer contacted me after she passed away. Urma left the cottage to me and Haven. The neighbor next door, she keeps an eye on it for me. She also stocks it when I bring my kidnapped women here.” I laughed and he grinned. Ream may have called Haven his little angel, but it sounded like Urma had been both of theirs. “I came here after you were shot. I don’t know … it always had this calming effect on me. Like Urma did. This place feels like her, simple and warm … safe. Her … that shed … it was safe. Didn’t know her long, but she was like a mother, I guess. Like a mother should be. She cared.” He caressed the side of my face with his thumb. “But now I have you. You’re my safe, Kat.”
I linked our fingers together and then pulled his hand to my mouth and kissed each finger. “There’s nothing safe about me, Ream.” No, I still had a battle to fight, one that would last the rest of my life, however long that was. But I wasn’t alone. I didn’t have to fight it by myself, and that made it so much easier to accept.
Ream squeezed my hand. “Baby, you’re the safest place I’ve ever been. You’re the only place I’ll ever belong.” He kissed my neck. “And you belong with me.”