Shiloh Walker: The Protected

He shook his head.

What that meant, she didn’t know, but she had to hope it meant something. Because just then, she heard a creak on the steps, and when she leaned over to look, she saw Alex there, a look on his face that melted her, even as it infuriated her. “Come on down, Alex.”

She barely had time to move before he was blasting past her.

Seconds later, the boy was wrapped in his uncle’s arms. And she had to admit, even if she’d cried herself to sleep a few times over the past couple of months, it was a sight that did her heart good.

Then Alex jerked back and punched Gus in the arm. “Tell me you’re not leaving again,” the boy demanded. “You . . . you . . . you stupid cabrón . You tell me you won’t leave me again.”

Gus’s brows arched over his eyes. “I ought to tell you to watch your mouth, but I suspect I deserve that.” Then he sighed and leaned in, pressing his brow to Alex’s. “No. I’m not leaving. We’re family, Alex. We should be together.”

Alex hugged him, sniffling.

Over the boy’s head, Gus stared at her.

She inclined her head. “Took you a while to figure that out. I told him a while ago . . . you’re a smart man, Gus, but you’re not very bright.”

“No.” His voice was hoarse. “Not very bright at all.”

Vaughnne padded down the last few stairs and eased around them. “I’ll make sure the food doesn’t burn. You two should probably talk and all, right?”

She could feel the weight of his gaze burning into her, but she didn’t look back. He’d come back for Alex, and the boy needed him.

So do I , her heart screamed. But she wasn’t a lonely, scared child. Gus didn’t owe her anything. Maybe she wanted him. Maybe she needed him. Maybe she loved him—

As she flipped the bacon out of the skillet, she blinked back tears. Okay, no maybe about it. She did love him. Craved him. He was like a drug in her system, and the past couple of months hadn’t gotten him out of her blood at all. But he’d come back for Alex—

“I think it’s the three of us who need to talk,” Gus said.

Her hand shook as she turned the burner off. He’d already made eggs, scrambled with salsa and cheese. They smelled good. They would taste like sawdust, but she’d make herself eat. Turning around, she eyed him. “I don’t much see what we have to talk about, Gus.”

“If we are going to give him a family,” Gus said, moving deeper into the kitchen, “I think there are a number of things to talk about.”

We . . .

Her breath caught as he reached up to cup her face in his hands. “That’s part of why I came back . . . I want us , Vaughnne. All of us. I want Alex. I want you. I want a family. Starting now.”

Her knees gave out on her, and if she hadn’t been standing next to the counter, if Gus hadn’t been right there, she might have wilted to the floor.

“Is it too late for me to have a chance with you, Vaughnne?” he whispered, pressing his brow to hers. “Did I mess it all up?”

She reached up and grabbed his wrists. “The only way you could have messed it up was if you didn’t come back at all.”

He stared at her, with misty gray eyes that could burn like molten silver. And then, something she’d never experienced happened. A smile, one that knocked the breath right out of her, lit up his face, and changed everything about him. “I’m sorry it took me so long, mi vida ,” he murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.

She hummed against his lips as he kissed her, soft and light, both of them too aware of Alex standing a few feet away.

When he pulled back, she reached up, touched his lips. “What does that mean . . . mi vida ?”

“It means ‘my life.’” He pulled her against him with one hand and then turned to Alex and held out his other hand. The boy rushed over to them. “It took me long enough, but I finally found it.”

carajo fuck

corazón heart (endearment)

(ése/éste) cabrón hijo de su puta madre (that/this) fucker son of his bitch/whore of a mother

esta chingadera this shit

hijo de la chingada son of a bitch/whore

’mano brother

mi hijo my son (familial term of endearment for a male child)

mi vida my life (endearment)

mierda shit

no, no oigo nada no, I don’t hear anything

pendejo/cabrón asshole, idiot, moron, fucker

¿qué carajo? what the fuck/hell?

¿qué carajo clase de mierda jodida es ésta? what manner of fucked-up shit is this?

tío uncle

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