Maya Banks - Theirs to Keep

“I think it’s our best bet right now,” Merrick said. “Doesn’t make sense why we’d be targeted as some random business to torch. And I don’t buy that whoever tried to kill Elle has figured out where she is and is trying to finish the job. Maybe that’s naïve of me, but my gut tells me that whatever son of a bitch worked her over thought the job was done, and he’s not even looking for whether her body ever turns up or not. If he dumped her in the river, he’s probably betting on her never turning up.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Cade said. “I don’t think this has anything to do with Elle. But the fact that she was caught in the crossfire because of some asshole wanting revenge on us pisses me off.”

“I’ll make some phone calls. Find out if our boy is still in jail and if the cops have any leads on what happened today.”

Cade nodded. “I need to call Dad. He’ll be worried about us and Elle, and I need to find out what’s going on with the fire.”

Dallas stuck his head in the door and both men stood.

“How is Elle?” Merrick demanded.

Dallas came in and shut the door behind him. “I think she’ll be fine. I’m waiting on the results of her blood gasses. I didn’t find any serious injuries. Just a few cuts from the glass, and she had scrapes on her hands and knees from being on the floor. I just want to keep her here for a few hours before I let you take her home. I have her on oxygen, and I gave her something to help her relax.”

“Thanks, man, we appreciate this,” Cade said.

Dallas hesitated as if he was going to say something but thought better of it.

Then he sighed. “You know you can’t keep on in denial of Elle’s situation. And I’m saying this as your friend. I know she’s afraid, and I know she’s put her past out of her mind, but it’s situations like today that make it all the more important that she at least has an identity. Hell, even if you had to create one for her. If something serious happens to her, you can’t keep her out of the hospital because it means someone finds out that she has no idea who she is or where she came from. Have you tried running her prints yet? You guys know enough people in the police department that you could get it done on the sly.”

Merrick’s expression darkened, but Cade cut him off before he could get worked up.

“The only way running her prints would work is if she’s already in the system. It’s a long shot, and frankly, we’ve held back because if she’s had trouble with the law in the past, we don’t want it to affect her future. With us. We know we can’t turn a blind eye to her past forever.”

Cade broke off and ran a hand through his hair. He was tired. Worried. The issue of Elle was ever present in his mind and had worn him down over the past months.

“Maybe a part of me is afraid—like Elle is—to find out what’s in her past. I don’t want to lose her.”

Merrick nodded. “She’s remembering more. I don’t want to rush her and force the issue before she’s ready to handle it. What if we go dig it all up and find out who she is and she cracks under the pressure? I know it’s not right, but I don’t care about what’s right. I care about what’s best for Elle, and I care about not hurting her.”

“I understand,” Dallas said. “My main concern is that you get into a situation where Elle can’t get the care she needs because of your fears of discovery. I have a few contacts who could get her an identity. Driver’s license. Social Security card. Birth certificate. Think about it. She’d likely feel a little more secure if she didn’t fear discovery on a daily basis.”

Dallas tucked the clipboard he was holding against his side. “Get back to me if you want me to get in touch with a guy I know. He owes me a favor.”

“Thanks,” Merrick said.

“Now tell me how you’re feeling,” Dallas said to Merrick.

Even as he spoke, he prodded Merrick into sitting on the exam table, and he listened to Merrick’s lungs and checked the rest of his vitals.

“I’m fine,” Merrick said, but his voice broke as he coughed.

Dallas frowned. “Son of a bitch. You’ve got to be careful, man. A whole hell of a lot is riding on you remaining healthy. This is your one shot. You may never get another. I’m telling you this as your friend and as your doctor.”

“What was I supposed to do? Leave her in there to die?” Merrick demanded.

His hands were curled into beefy fists, and he looked like he wanted to put one of them through the wall.

“Chill, man,” Cade said in a soft voice. “She’s okay. We need to focus on you. You can’t go down now.”

“I don’t want you working out this evening,” Dallas said with a frown. “Take it easy tonight. Rest up, and if you’re feeling up to it, you can train in the morning. But I want your ass here at the clinic as soon as the session is over.”

Merrick nodded.

Dallas put his hand on Merrick’s shoulder. “I’m going back to check on Elle. I’ll be back to let you know when you can see her.”

The two men watched as Dallas left the room, and then Cade turned his gaze on Merrick.

“He has a point,” Cade said. “Elle needs an identity. It can’t help to wake up every morning worried what the day will bring. She can’t even go to the grocery store without fear because she doesn’t have a driver’s license or any sort of identification.”

“So, what, we get her a fake ID?” Merrick asked slowly.

“We could,” Cade said. “But I was thinking along the lines of something a little different.”

Merrick lifted one eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”

Cade blew out his breath in a controlled manner as he figured out just the right way to say what he was thinking. It was something he should have thought of a lot earlier, but he wouldn’t have wanted to pressure Elle too soon. Hell, maybe it was still too soon to be thinking along these lines.

“If we’re going to invent an identity for her, then why not go with one that affords her the most protection?”

“I’m with you,” Merrick said.

“We give her ours,” Cade said in a low tone. “We make her Elle Walker-Sullivan.”

MERRICK WAS SILENT FOR a long moment as he stared at his friend. “You mean, like marriage?”

Cade nodded. “Yes and no. I mean, there’s no way to have an official ceremony where she marries us both. Look, I may be jumping the gun here. I’m only speaking for myself. I have no idea if you’re ready for that kind of commitment or not—”

Merrick held up his hand to cut Cade off. “I’ve already committed to her, and I didn’t do it lightly. I’m in this for the long haul, and marriage is a logical step. But as you said, there’s no way to work that kind of thing out when more than two people are involved.”

“Well, if we’re going to create an identity for her, then we give her one of our names and then we go through the process of having a legally binding ceremony wherein she marries whoever’s name she didn’t originally take. She can keep her original name and hyphenate it so that she carries both our last names.”

“So she’d only marry one of us,” Merrick said grimly.

Merrick’s heart thumped like a jackhammer against his chest. Sure, he knew what kind of relationship he’d signed on for. He’d never have Elle fully to himself, and he was okay with that on most days. He’d be a liar if he said he never struggled with it.

But for her to marry Cade? He wasn’t sure he could live with that. Marriage meant something to him. Call him old-fashioned, but marriage was something to hold sacred, and he’d always imagined that he’d find the right woman, settle down and get married and grow old together.

He just never thought finding the person he wanted that kind of commitment from would mean sharing her with his best friend.

Cade slowly nodded. “Yeah. I don’t see a way around that.”

Merrick nodded, his lips pursed. “Okay, so who marries her?”

He watched Cade intently, searching for any signs that this was going to cause serious issues between them. Dread was tight in his chest as he waited for the answer. Could he be the bigger person here and act like it didn’t matter when it did? He caught himself before shaking his head because no. Hell no. He wasn’t going to pretend. This was too important.

Cade leaned against the exam table and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“As long as the agreement is made that nothing changes between the three of us, I don’t really care who marries her on paper. That’s all it’ll be is a piece of paper binding her to one of us. It also gives her the legal protection of being able to be listed as a dependent and beneficiary. But she belongs to both of us, and we know that. You know it. I know it. And she knows it.”

Merrick nodded.

“We can’t even decide this kind of thing until we talk to her about it anyway,” Cade said. “I’m jumping the gun here.”

“But it’s a good solution,” Merrick said. “I like the idea. I like it a lot. I want Elle to feel like she belongs, and I want her to know that we’re serious about her. This would go a long way in proving that to her.”

“Yeah, it would,” Cade said in a quiet tone.

“I want to be the one who marries her,” Merrick said bluntly. “I won’t lie to you or pretend it doesn’t matter. If you’re okay with it, I’d rather give her your name and then marry her so the paperwork lists her as my wife.”

For a minute, Merrick thought Cade might argue. He didn’t even realize he’d been holding his breath until Cade silently nodded his agreement.

“If it’s that important to you, I can deal,” Cade said.

“We’ll talk to Elle when the right opportunity presents itself. If she agrees, then we can get with Dallas on getting her documents lined out.”