Fraking good.

The creep.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Can you ID him?” he asked gently and I bit my lip because I could.

He’d stunned me in the back hall of Bubba’s and I woke up in that box but I saw him before he did it.

Chace didn’t miss me biting my lip and whispered, “Fuck.”

We hadn’t spoken of it. Chace had made a call telling his colleagues that he’d let them know when I was okay to make my report and for the time being they were to steer clear.

They steered clear.

So it was all about the guys and Twyla giving me hugs (Twyla’s being the tightest), making phone calls to let their women know I was good, them taking off, me showering, Chace showering and Ally and Ren fighting.

“Can we do it tomorrow morning?” I asked.

“Yeah, baby,” he answered.

“Can I tell you about it tomorrow too?” I asked softly.

“Whenever you’re ready, Faye,” he answered softly.

“Did Krys and the girls tell Benji I was okay?”

“Yeah. He knows everything.”

Good. Benji would be worried but I wasn’t surprised to hear that he’d totally stepped up for me.

“I need to do something for all of them, say thanks for helping,” I muttered wondering what said “thanks for saving my life” and thinking, unless you were a gazillionaire and could hand out castles, pretty much nothing did.

“I think you breathin’ is thanks enough,” he told me.

“Yeah,” I whispered because he probably thought right and luckily that cost a lot less than a dozen castles.

Chace’s eyes moved over my face before they again locked on mine.

“You seem okay,” he noted quietly.

Quietly back, I noted, “I am. I’m breathing.”

Upon me finishing my last word, he sucked in breath as he closed his eyes, his hand shifting up and back into my hair, pulling my forehead to his.

“I knew you’d save me,” I whispered, his eyes opened and he pulled his head an inch away.

“I didn’t know,” he whispered back.

“Well, I did.”

“And I didn’t save you. Serenity did.”

At his words, I found his wrists with my hands and tugged them between us. He’d showered but there was still dirt in his nails and tears in his flesh where he’d pounded through and torn away the wood imprisoning me.

I dipped my ear to my shoulder, but held his eyes as I shook his hands and asked, “You didn’t?”

“Faye –”

“Did you give up?”

“No, but, honey –”

“Would you have given up?”

“No, but I lost it.”

“Of course you did, you love me.”

“Deck had to hold me together.”

“Of course he did, he loves you.”

“Faye –”

“You pulled me free.”

“Honey –”

My hands tightened on his wrists, I leaned in and whispered fiercely, “It was you who ended it, Chace. You that dug me out. You that pulled me free. You had help but you did it. That’s my last memory of that nightmare. You pulling me free.”

His eyes warmed and he opened his mouth to speak but I wasn’t done.

“I’ll let you in on a secret, honey. The knight who has serious chinks in his armor but never falls is the true hero. That means he’s won battles and doesn’t waste time polishing his armor so he can look good while he rides in parades that are tributes to his glory. He just drags himself back on his steed and keeps right on battling. And if he’s the right kind of knight, he never rides alone. The best heroes inspire loyalty. The best heroes keep fighting the good fight, tirelessly, quietly. The best heroes always have scars. If they didn’t, the heroine would have nothing to do. It’s her job to help the hero let all that stuff go in order that her man can be strong enough to fight on but when he’s with her he’s free to just breathe.”

His wrists twisted so my hands released them but he just captured mine in his own, pressing them to his chest and his voice was gruff when he asked, “You gonna breathe free, honey?”

“Lauren was kidnapped and stabbed by a serial killer and she told me she never lost a wink of sleep because when she slept she did it next to Tate,” I told him and his brows drew together.

“Is that an answer to my question?”

“Yeah. See, what happened to me you feel is your responsibility because you feel it’s your responsibility to protect me. But for me, I was freaked and I was in a box in the ground for a couple of hours. Now I’m not. Tonight, tomorrow, every night I’ll sleep next to my knight with the chinks in his armor and his scars, knowing he’ll always take care of me so I’ll sleep easy. You won’t, not for a while and I’m sorry about that, honey. But you’ll eventually notice me sleeping easy then you will too. But for me, it’s over, you made that happen so I’m already free just to breathe and earlier, I bought a lifetime being free to breathe by accepting your ring. I may have needed an oxygen tank for a while but your fist went through that wood and moments later, I breathed clean and free.”

“That’s all it takes for you?” he asked, his voice back to gruff.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it ‘all it takes’. Not a lot of girls land a real, honest to goodness, larger than life hero. But, since I was lucky enough to do that then, essentially… yeah.”

Chace stared into my eyes.

Then he let my hands go so his arms could wrap around me, the fingers of one hand gliding into my hair, he pulled me to him and took my mouth.

It wasn’t a fiery kiss. It was a slow, sweet one.

Still, it created a burn.

I had my arms around his shoulders, pressing deep and it was getting good when we had to break it off and look out the window because Serenity screeched, “Ren! Put me down!”

Then we saw him prowl with a struggling Ally over his shoulder to the stairs off the deck. He prowled down them, rounded the deck and house and they went out of sight.

Darius and Brody watched this too in a very weird way like it was nothing new then they walked into the house.

Darius took us in and immediately lifted his hand. “Don’t get up. We’ll go ‘round too. Just here to say good-bye and if you need us, we’re checkin’ into the hotel in town. Leavin’ tomorrow.”

“Right,” Chace muttered.

“Cool to meet you,” Brody called.

“Uh… you too,” I called back even though it kind of wasn’t due to the circumstances though it still was. Then I asked, “Is she going to be okay?”

“This Neanderthal act means he’s gonna stop jackin’ around? Yes,” Darius answered. “She keeps pushin’ him away and he keeps puttin’ up with it? No.”

Sounded like there was a story there.

Serenity was so holding out on me. Even more than I thought she was.

“My money’s on Ally,” Brody muttered.

“My money’s on Zano,” Darius muttered back.

Definitely a story there and it had nothing to do with Nathan Fillion.

Interesting.

“You sure you don’t want a beer or something?” I asked and felt Chace’s body tense around me.

“How ‘bout we have a beer tomorrow when you haven’t just been dug out of a wooden box covered in three feet of fresh dirt?” Darius asked back.

“That would probably be a more appropriate time for entertaining,” I muttered.

That was when I felt Chace’s body shaking around me at the same time both Darius and Brody grinned at me.

“Glad it all ended good. Later,” Darius gave his farewell.

“Yeah, later,” Brody gave his.

“Bye,” I called.

Chace gave them a chin lift.

They barely got the door closed before we were up, me in Chace’s arms and Chace heading to the hall, down it and to his room.

He set me in the bed, put a fist in it on either side of me and leaned in so he was all I could see.

“Be back, two seconds,” he whispered.

I nodded.

He left and I knew he was closing down the house for the night. I got proof when the light shining through the window from outside went out. It wasn’t needed anymore anyway. Dawn was coming.

When he came back, I watched him take off his jeans and sweater and climb in bed beside me. Then he turned out his light, rolled over me and turned out mine.

When it was out, he shifted into me and gathered me in his arms.

I was wearing one of his sweatshirts, clean panties and a pair of his socks, all I’d tugged on after my shower.

He was silent.

I remained that way too.

Then I stopped remaining that way.

“Are you okay?”

No answer.

My hands slid up the skin of his back and I called, “Chace?”

“I’m in the red zone,” he whispered.

His words, my words, words, the memory of them, the reason he was saying them making my heart clench.

I closed my eyes and pushed in closer.

“I’m okay,” I whispered.

“You’d run out of air.”

I opened my eyes. “For hardly a minute.”

“You’d run out of air.”

“It’s over, honey.”

His arms tightened around me and his voice was yet again gruff when he asked, “Can you really tell me after that shit happened you’re okay?”

“I only had to wait for you, Chace. You had to look for me. What you went through is worse so, no. I’m not really okay but I’m not freaked about what happened to me. I’m upset about what happened to you.”

“Jesus, baby, I’m okay.”

“You aren’t.”

“You’re here, you’re breathin’, you’re in my bed, you’re wearin’ my ring, I fuckin’ am.” His voice was reassuringly firm as his arms were reassuringly tight.

Still, I pushed, “Promise?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m just worried you aren’t.”