With a quiet voice, I say, "I'll have to think about that, Mr. Ferro." I shrug, teasingly.
With all seriousness in his voice, Sean leans on and says softly, "I'll make it right. I promise, I'll be here in the morning." He knows what's weighing on me, what's tugging at my heart, and keeping me awake.
I open my mouth, but it's gone dry, so I nod. I roll over on my pillow the other way, not wanting him to see the emotion that's playing across my face. Hope this high shatters when it falls, it'll break me and I know it. At the same time, I feel like it's a risk I have to take.
People change and grow, and Sean Ferro is not immune to growth. In the limited time I've known him, I've seen him try. I know how hard he fights his demons and his past. I also know there's no reason for him to do that alone. In a lot of ways, we're the same, holding back the past like an inky tidal wave that threatens to crush us at any moment. Two people holding it back should be better than one.
Sean's voice scatters my thoughts when he speaks. "Go to bed, spray start car girl. We can talk about anything and everything in the morning. The only other person in the house is one of the security guards, and he's not stupid enough to come in here, not after seeing you in the foyer with sticks and leaves in your hair. If I didn't know better, I would've thought you concocted a plan to break through my defenses and pull every heart string I have. Apparently, all it takes is a few scratches on your face and messy hair."
"Nope, no concocting. I'm a dumbass and actually ran all this way. I jumped fences in a single bound," I say dramatically, "and fell flat on my face. The result was epic bruising, blisters, and a sore butt. I really don't land on my feet very often." I smile a little bit as I feel Sean snuggle up behind me.
He wraps his arms around me and whispers in my ear, "You don't have to worry anymore. When you jump, I'll catch you. You don't have to land on your feet, not if I'm here."
His words make me smile and that's the last thing I remember before drifting off. The world is still, and warm, and perfect.
CHAPTER 12
Sean's phone rings, again, stealing him from sleep. I've been lying in his arms half awake, thinking. I don't like this plan. Marrying Trystan does throw everyone off, and I understand why Sean wants to do it-I even understand why Trystan agreed to it-but it's not fair. It's not fair to me and it's not fair to Trystan and it's not fair to Sean. The three of us are living life in limbo, waiting for the other shoe to fall. Going back to the Cinderella thing, I kinda wish the other slipper would just break.
The phone falls silent once again as Sean snuggles into me tighter. I can feel his warm breath over my shoulder and his strong arms around my waist. It's something I've always wanted, a night with him without pain or regret, and a morning with no remorse. I'm not sure if he'll give up his old ways and I'm not sure if I want him to. To tell the truth, I was disappointed we didn't go into his little sex room. I was wondering what kinds of things he would have in there.
Learning how to love and be loved is hard, especially after so much loss. That's something we both know.
The phone rings again, chirping next to my head on the nightstand. I finally lean over to look at it and see who's calling Sean at this hour, and what I see surprises me.
MASTERSON
I wiggle out of Sean's embrace just enough to reach the phone and answer the call. "Marty?"
"Avery? Is that you?" His voice sounds weird, almost panicky.
"Yeah. Why are you calling Sean in the middle of the night?" The pit of my stomach drops. Something's off.
"I can't believe he fucking did this. You aren't supposed to be there-"
I interrupt, "I know, but-"
He cuts me off. "There's no time for it-we're not arguing. Get Sean up and get out of that house now. I shouldn't even be calling, there's no time. Give the phone to Sean."
I don't understand what he's talking about, but the tone of his voice makes me worry. I push up on my elbow and look back at a sleeping, weary, Sean. "Is this about me marrying Trystan? Because I didn't marry him last night, it's an epically bad plan. I was going to -"
He cuts me off again, his urgency even more pronounced this time. Marty's practically shouting into the phone. "Avery, get Sean up now. They know, they're coming for you."
By now Sean's heard me talking to someone and is half awake. "Who is it?" I don't answer, I just hand him the phone.
He's quiet as he listens to Marty explain something. Sean makes very little movement and remains expressionless as he listens. The two of them are far from friends, but add in the common goal of protecting me and they seem like old buddies. Sean pushes up on his elbow, pulling away from me as he does so. "That can't be."
The way Sean says it sends a chill up my spine. His voice is tight. It reminds me of the times he bought me, to help control the world around him. I'm losing the sweetness, the softness of this man, and I don't know why. Sean sits up suddenly and glances over at me. His words with Marty are curt and it seems like they're arguing about something. My heart's racing and I have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I just sit there.
"Sean? What's going on?" My question goes unanswered as he angrily nods, listening to whatever Marty has to say.
"And they're coming here? He'd be out of his fucking mind, even if he is who he says. The security detail on the property exceeds anything they'd be able to get through. Why do you think I let her stay here all night? I'm not chancing it with her. This is the safest place until we can formalize things with Trystan. We both agreed to it, Masterson."
Sean goes quiet and I can hear Marty's voice buzzing on the other end of the phone. Whatever he says is absolutely horrific because Sean's face turns white as it goes completely slack. He turns slowly, looking at me as if I'm a ghost.
Now I'm majorly creeped out and done with this. I swipe the phone out of his hand while Sean is still in a daze. "Marty, I swear to God I'm going to," I don't get to tell what I'm going to do with him because he hangs up on me.
Sean bounces out of bed and puts on a shirt quickly. He flies over the bed to the wall's intercom button, but no one answers. Normally it buzzes once and then someone replies quickly, but not this time.
"Jacob? Are you there? Come in." Sean drops his hand from the intercom and swears under his breath. Slowly, he walks toward me and it's as if time has stopped. Ice drips down my spine with the look that he bestows on me.
"We need to get out. Now." Sean doesn't wait for me to answer. He quickly dresses, leaving me stunned sitting in his bed. When I don't move, he comes over to get me. "Come on, Avery, now."
Sean takes hold of my arm, pulling me out of bed, and tosses clothes at me. Not a loving gesture, and the way he's acting is totally freaking me out. "Sean, tell me what's going on."
But he doesn't. Sean races into the other room and grabs the letters that were my mothers. I follow him, pulling on clothes, still asking for explanations that he doesn't give. Sean sifts through the papers quickly, looking for something. When he finds it, he stops and looks up at me. His jaw drops and his lips part, and he just stares. I recognize the look. It's a bad look. It's the my cat just fell in a trash compactor look and I accidentally slapped the button on.
"Tell me. Whatever it is, I'm going to think it's a million times worse if you don't." I pull the rest of the clothes on and manage to put on my shoes. I'm dressed, but Sean hesitates. He doesn't move. He doesn't grab my hand and take me running the way that it felt like he would. Marty kept saying get out. I don't understand why we're running or who we're running from. I thought the running was over.
I prompt him, "Sean?"
"It will be fine." Sean crosses the room in three long strides and reaches for me, pulling me into his chest and holding me tight. He kisses the top of my head and says, "I won't let them hurt you." He holds me like that and in those moments it's everything I ever wanted. Sean feels like home. He's the home I lost, the home I dreamed I'd one day have when I was a girl. There's a promise of protection in the way his arms wrap around me like nothing can hurt me, and it doesn't go unnoticed. It plays off some carnal need that's buried deep within, but his actions bring it to the surface.
"Sean, you have to tell me what's going on. We're in this together now, remember? Both of us. I'm not leaving you. You can say what you want, but I'm not going to marry Trystan. I want to be with you. I've always wanted you."
Sean's lips part and the words pour out, melting my heart. "I've always wanted you too."
"It's time to act like a team then. Marty didn't tell me crap and you're white as a sheet."
"We need to get to the car. From the looks of it, the house is empty. Either my mother gave everyone the night off or someone else chased them off. Probably the latter, since the head of my security team isn't answering. Either way, it appears that security at the Ferro mansion has been breached. We're not safe, we need to move."
"Okay."
Sean grabs my hand firmly. "We stay together."
Part of me wants to smile and spin around with glee. He wants me with him. The other part of me is terrified because whatever happens next is a complete unknown. The Ferro mansion has security like Fort Knox. The intercom was quiet and whatever Marty said has Sean scared, and anything that scares Sean Ferro must be terrifying.