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Haas silent for ame onto my back as he hovered above ive youyou needed”

And then he sealed his mouth over mine

Chapter Twenty-One

Hawke

“Here”

I put down the towel I’d been using to dry my hair and took the picture Tate handed me

After kissing Tate last night, I’d pulled him back into my arms and held him until we’d fallen asleep I’d woken up with him in almost the same exact position and had lain there for nearly an hour before I’d forced et out of bed For the first tier to start the day Because by the end of it, Tate would be on his way hoain

I looked at the picture and stilled when I saw the two round, rifles in hand as they held up the head of a dead deer with huge antlers Both e outfits, but it was their faces that I focused on “Buck and Denny?” I asked

Tate nodded “I was just looking through the photos I had developed yesterday They made me take this picture a couple of otten all about it”

I glanced up at Tate and shook my head in disbelief He’dafter Buck and Denny in Laredo, but he’d still givenI really needed to help me find them “Thank you,” I said

Tate nodded and I could see that he wanted to say more, but he didn’t Instead, he turned and left the bathroom and I turned h my belly as I took in the faces of the men who’d brutalizedlike what I’d iood looking for his fifty odd years He was a large man, but clearly took care of hiaze fell to his big hands Hands that had rained down on Tate’s body over and over again Hands that had held my wife down…

I shook hts and focused on Denny He looked nothing like Tate as I would have expected His griy and his pockht over the sharp bones of his face Like Reggie, the years of drug addiction had taken their toll on Denny and he almost looked as old as his father And like his father, there was nothing in his dull eyes

I put the picture down on the counter and lifted aze fell to Revay’s words and I let er trail over each sentence as I read them to myself But it wasn’t her voice I heard in my head Not Tate’s either It wasof when I finally reached the last word

“Yeah, thanks Daisy Let me knohat you find”

I hung up the phone and reached fornear the entrance to the bathroo to Daisy about seeing what she could find on Ricardo Davos But I could tell fro to her