Chapter 88
He heard Gideon’s growl of frustration as soon as Marcus’s car was out of sight. He yanked the back door open, positioning himself to cast a shadow on Gideon’s face. “Need some help?”
“Just tell me everything’s okay,” came the muffled response. “All I can smell is Marcus’s blood.”
Jesse crouched, so he was even with Gideon’s hidden head. “Everything’s fine. Better than fine.” He leaned forward, putting his mouth close to the blanket. “Emma’s here and we’re going home.”23
They had been back for over twelve hours, but Gideon had yet to sleep. He had tried, using it as a prime excuse to escape Michelle’s death glares, but not even the warm weight of Jesse spooning into him or Emma’s soft snores as she nuzzled against Jesse’s chest were enough to help him drift off.
It was just as well. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of watching the two of them together.