Finding Forever (Living Again #4) (40 page)

Gage had gotten married a few years before, and was still living in Louisiana. They had been invited to the wedding, but Sam had been on tour. That was fine with Ellis, because as much as he was confident in their marriage, watching an old boyfriend of Sam’s get married wasn’t high on his priority list.

Ellis walked over to the bed, where Sam and the girls had calmed down, both of them tucked under her arms. As he approached, she turned and their eyes met. Even after so many years, when he looked at her he sometimes had a hard time believing that she was his. He leaned over and kissed her, then each of the girls.

“Scoot over,” he said, lying down next to her on the bed. She curled herself into him like she always did, and he smoothed her hair down her back. The girls sandwiched on either side of them.

“I want another baby,” she announced, lifting her eyes to meet his. “I know that’s completely insane, given our life…”

“Yes,” Ellis immediately agreed. He would have a hundred kids with her if she let him. He especially liked the trying part.

“Really? You didn’t even think about that for two seconds.”

“I think about it all the time, Sammi. You know how much I love you, and I love these girls more than life itself. Why wouldn’t I want a whole team of kids?”

“Well, for starters, because this life we lead gets more difficult with each child we have,” Sam laughed.

“We make it work,” Ellis said. “But, you could always scale back the traveling for a few years. Your fans would understand.”

Sam was quiet. He knew that she had a hard time trying to decide what was best for her career or best for the family. That’s why she refused to tour without them, because going without the girls for weeks or sometimes months at a time was not a choice she was willing to make. However, Kerri would be old enough to start school soon, and neither of them wanted to have her do school on the road. She needed the opportunity to meet other kids and be ‘normal’ as much as possible.

“I agree. I think if we start trying now to have a baby by the time Kerri starts school that will be a natural progression for me to stop touring. I can maybe do one to two tours a year, during times she would be off of school.”

Ellis traced Sam’s face with his fingers. “I love you so much, Sammi. All this baby talk is making me want to get started on that. Right now.” She looked at Kerri, curled up asleep behind her, then at Carly.

“It looks like our girls found a great time to fall asleep,” Sam whispered, running her hand down his chest. “They’ve had a long day, too. They’re probably down for the count.” He instantly came to life, pulling her so she was flush with his body.

“Let’s sneak out of the bed really quietly,” he whispered, hoping with every fiber of his being that the girls didn’t wake up. “And into the bathroom. You’ll have to be quiet. Think you can manage that?”

Sam smacked his chest, both of them moving silently off the bed. Ellis picked up Carly and moved her towards her sister. Both of them curled into each other, their bodies heavy with sleep.

Ellis took Sam into the luxurious bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind them. They had to be very—creative—while on the road with two young children, but they made it work. He pushed her against the door, devouring her with his mouth as they quickly undressed.

“Another Warner baby,” he murmured, splaying his hand across her stomach. “I love you, Sammi.”

She wrapped herself around him. “I love you, Ellis. Now let’s stop talking.”

Three Years Later

Devin blinked open his eyes, looking around. Where was he? It was then that he realized what had woken him up. His phone was ringing. What god-awful time was it?

Rachel stirred as he finally got the blasted thing to shut up. He caught a whiff of her hair as she settled next to him. God, he loved that woman. He had accidentally hit ‘deny call’ in his fumble for the phone, so now he had to wait for the voicemail to see if it was something for work. He didn’t recognize the number, and for someone to call him at three in the morning, it must either be an emergency or a prank call.

Devin was now command at his office, his buddy Andrew having retired a few years ago. He loved his job, but it wasn’t without its difficulties. One of those hardships was the time he had to spend away from his family. Sometimes they had to do some travel, working with other agencies and branches throughout Florida and Georgia. He had been in some rather frightening situations over the years. The hardest part of that was that he couldn’t go home and tell Rachel about it. Often, she would see stories on the news and just look at him knowingly out of the corner of her eye, but never ask. She knew that he couldn’t talk about most of the things he did.

Rachel was an amazing therapist, as he always knew she would be. She had stayed home with the twins until they were two, neither of them wanting their babies to grow up in someone else’s arms. Chance and Faith were now eight years old and starting third grade. It was unreal.

They had thought that their life was perfect, and they had everything they ever wanted. Until the ‘surprise’ that was DJ, or Devin Junior. He had come along three years ago and turned their worlds upside down. Devin would never forget the day that Rachel announced they were going to have a third child. Chance and Faith were in school and things had just ‘calmed down’ for them. They had gone away for their anniversary and it had apparently been
too much
fun, because they came back with a stowaway.

But they wouldn’t change it for the world. DJ was the funniest, silliest kid. He had dark hair like his Daddy, but his Mommy’s gorgeous eyes. He kept Devin and Rachel laughing all day and night. They swore he was going to be a comedian someday.

Chance, the oldest twin, was a good mix between Devin and Rachel’s personalities. He got along well with everyone and was generally easy going. His sister, Faith, however, was
all
her mom. There was no one going to mess with her brothers, and her spitfire red-headed personality got her in trouble more often than not. Every single time, Devin would turn and look at Rachel, mouthing that it was all her fault. She would laugh because she knew it was true.

His phone beeped, making him realize he had zoned out for a while. Great. A voicemail. He opened it up to listen, hoping he didn’t have to go to work at three in the morning. His sexy wife lying next to him was too warm and inviting to have to go catch bad guys.

“Devin, this is Warden Prescott here. I’m calling you as a courtesy because I have some information that might be important to your family. I realize the hour and I apologize. When you work all night, it’s hard to remember the rest of the world is asleep.” He rattled off his number, then hung up.

Warden Prescott. He knew that was the new warden where Mark Stevenson was held, because after Mark (or Justin, as he had been to Rachel) had found a way to contact Rachel, there had been a huge shake down in the prison. It had been found out that the warden was crooked, as well as many of the officers there. They were allowing all sorts of underhanded, shady things to happen inside their walls, the least of which was Mark writing a letter and sending it to Rachel. Some of the rest of it was enough to make Devin’s stomach turn. Most of the staff had been replaced a few years back, and he had never heard anything else from them.

Mark. That was a name he never, ever wanted to hear again. That and Zack Miller. Thankfully he had disappeared into thin air. Devin looked over at Rachel, wondering if he should call him back now or wait. But he knew if he laid here and tried to sleep, he never would.

Moving carefully off the bed so he didn’t wake her, Devin walked out to the living room, stopping on the way to check on the kids, just like he always did. He hit the numbers on his phone and waited, his foot tapping the ground with nervous energy.

“Mr. Putnam,” the Warden finally answered, after several transfers. “I’m so sorry to call you in the middle of the night. I really need to pay better attention to time. I just knew this was something you would want to know.”

“What happened?” He swore if Mark escaped, he was taking Rachel and the kids and heading for a private island. Forever. He breathed out, closing his eyes against what he thought was coming. How would he ever tell her?

“Mark was killed tonight.” Out of all of the things Devin thought he might say, that wasn’t one of them.

“What?”

“Yes. We don’t know for sure what happened, but from what I’m gathering so far from my cameras and my guards, Mark was put in his cell in solitary at nine o’clock. When my guards went to do rounds about midnight, they found him stabbed to death in his cell. No weapon was found.”

Devin smiled. What did that say about him that he was happy a man was dead? Except that man had tried to kill his wife. He had
raped
her and tried to kill her.

“That’s not all,” the warden continued. “His, uh, he had a body part cut off, and we haven’t found it.”

“What? A body part? As in?”

“Yeah,” the warden interrupted. “As in, the part he used to rape all those women.”

“Well, isn’t that what goes around comes around,” Devin said wryly. “Warden, I hate to say it, but this is the best news I’ve had in a while. That bastard deserved everything that came to him and then some.”

“Your wife can rest free now. You all can.”

“Thank you,” Devin said, the vision of Mark stabbed and mutilated giving him a sick sort of satisfaction. He had gotten what he deserved for what he did to Rachel, Alana, and the other women.

Hanging up the phone, he turned to walk back to the bed when he saw Rachel standing in the doorway. He wondered how long she had been standing there. She was wearing her night wear of choice: one of Devin’s t-shirts. He couldn’t help it, his eyes scanned her sexy legs, the shape of her body under his shirt, then up to her face. Damn, he wanted nothing more than to take advantage of the middle of the night time they had and strip her down right here. But, he had to tell her what happened.

“Are you okay?” Rachel stepped forward, her concerned eyes locking onto his. “Is it work?”

Devin took her hands. “I just got an interesting phone call. That was the warden at the prison where Mark was being held.”

“Was? Oh god, please tell me he didn’t escape or they’re letting him go. Please, Dev.” She immediately started shaking, her body’s reaction purely visceral at thinking about coming across him again.

“No, baby. No. It’s going to be okay. Forever.” Devin took her in his arms. “He’s dead, Rach. Someone killed him tonight.”

She gasped. “Really? Is it bad that I’m so happy I could cry?”

Devin caressed her back, feeling her heart rate slowing. “No. I was ecstatic about it. Still am. Whoever did it, they also cut off his…” Devin leaned back and indicated what he was talking about, and Rachel’s eyes widened.

She stifled a giggle, her hand covering her mouth. “Wow,” she said. “I don’t know what it says about me that I’m glad he got what he deserved.”

“It says that you’re free, Rach. We never have to worry about hearing his name again.”

“Alana, it’s Rachel.”

“Rachel! How are you, girl? It’s been way too long.” Alana’s accent made Rachel smile. Ever since Rachel had gone to visit Alana in Alabama all those years ago, they had become great friends. She had been to see Alana several times, once when she had been a bridesmaid in her wedding. She had gotten married five years ago to a wonderful guy named Brandon, who was a high school teacher. They were expecting their first baby any day. Alana had also been to Florida to visit them, once when baby DJ was born. They had a bond that was beyond just a regular friendship.

“Yes, it has. Are you ready for that baby to get here yet? I want to see his or her face.”

Alana groaned. “Like, yesterday, Rach. How are your kids?”

As if on cue, DJ ran in, peanut butter smeared all over his face. “Mommy! Can I have juice?” Rachel held up her finger to indicate one minute. He crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his lip out.

“You better watch it, little man,” Rachel said, giving him her mommy face. He laughed and went back to the kitchen, probably to get his brother or sister to serve him.