In the Crease (Assassins Book 11) Read online

Perfect.

  It felt fucking perfect.

  As he moved his lips along hers, nibbling on her bottom lip, his eyes opened just a bit in a hooded, hot way before he whispered, “I love you, ma chou.”

  And for once, she didn’t pause, she didn’t hesitate, she didn’t even try to stop herself. She whispered back, “I love you too.”

  With that, a grin came across Jensen’s lips before he lifted her up and carried her to the bed for round two, three, and even four. While she enjoyed every freaking moment of it, after she had washed her face and found herself lying awake beside him, for once, it wasn’t because of her fucked-up feelings or the constant movement of her little guy, Gunner.

  But because of Bradley.

  She had no clue what the hell she was going to do.

  “Oh my God! I need this.”

  Wren looked over the racks of clothes where Brie was holding up a little tutu onesie that read “My Uncle’s Princess.” “Rod would flip his shit.”

  “It’s supercute, he would for sure,” Wren gushed as she picked up almost the same thing, but in blue with no tutu. “Aww, look, they have a boy one. Wells will love it.”

  Brie squeaked happily as she threw it in her cart that was overloaded with stuff. How Brie was going to get all that home was beyond Wren, but she wasn’t going to say anything.

  Her cart was just as full.

  “I’m having a blast! Thanks for asking me to come.”

  “Of course. We’re besties, remember?” Brie shot her a grin as Wren sorted through all the puppy- and dinosaur-decorated stuff. She remembered back to a month ago when standing in the middle of a baby store would bring her to her knees in fear, but not any longer. No, now she was excited. “I figured since the boys were all going out to play some pickup, we would need something to do. My mom is currently still planning her brains out, and my dad went with the boys, so I had to hightail it out of there.”

  Plus, she wanted to talk to Brie about Bradley.

  It had been three days since she’d found out about Jensen, Vaughn, and Wells seeing Bradley at the rink, and she still had no clue what to do about it.

  “I thought you and your mom were getting along.”

  Wren made a face. “Oh, we’re fine, but now she’s smothering me. Whenever I’m in the room, she’s basically on her hands and knees trying to please me. I had to tell her to go away last night, and then my dad hollered at me. Of course, then he apologized because he doesn’t want me hating him.” She paused, rolling her eyes. “It’s basically normal behavior in the Lemiere household. Everyone is dramatic.”

  Brie giggled as she moved toward where Wren stood. “You guys are funny.”

  “We’re all insane.”

  Brie nodded in agreement as she laughed. “Did Alex stay back with your mom?”

  Wren shrugged. “Not that I know. I heard he went with the guys.”

  “No, he hates hockey.”

  Wren’s face scrunched up. “He’s marrying a hockey player!”

  “Exactly. Vaughn doesn’t think they’ll get married.”

  Wren laughed. “They’d better. The damn thing is in four days, and my mom is set on there being a wedding. I think even my dad is being better about it. He hasn’t been fighting with Wells as much.”

  “That’s good,” Brie said, and Wren shrugged. “But yeah, Vaughn says it’s gonna be a clusterfuck.”

  “Oh, I’m sure,” Wren laughed, shaking her head. “But whatever, it’s my brother’s life. I’m there to support him—and for the food I can smuggle without my husband seeing me.”

  Brie smiled wide as she nodded. “Jensen is so adorable.”

  “He is,” Wren agreed as her heart fluttered. She had thought they were only spending one night in Colorado Springs, but Jensen had other plans. They stayed for two nights and one of the days, and he had the day full of pampering. They had a couple’s massage, a mud bath, and she even got her hair done while he sat by, watching her. It was amazing, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

  When they passed a belly-casting set, Wren scoffed. “My mom is making Jensen and me do this.”

  Brie’s eyes lit up. “No way! When?”

  “Who knows? Probably tomorrow or today. Knowing her, she’ll probably torture me today,” she laughed since she thought it was stupid, but Brie looked all too excited as she reached for it, throwing it in her cart. “But apparently, you think it’s cool.”

  “It is. I can have Rodney draw on it!”

  “Oh, that is cool.”

  “Right?” she gushed as they started toward the shoe aisle.

  Scrunching up her face, Wren declared, “They never have cute boy shoes.”

  “I know, but they have so much girls stuff. Vaughn is gonna be broke.”

  “He won’t care.”

  “I know,” she giggled as she grabbed a few pairs of all kinds of pink shoes. Looking around the aisle as Brie for real drove Vaughn to bankruptcy, Wren noticed no one was around them, so she leaned toward Brie.

  “I need to ask you something.”

  Brie looked back at her, seven pairs of shoes in her arms, before blowing a piece of hair out of her eyes. “That sounds juicy,” she said, dropping the shoes into her cart. “What’s going on?”

  “So, say you got pregnant by someone else, and he’s a douche, told you to get an abortion, said he didn’t want you, whole nine—”

  “I think I’ve heard this scenario.”

  Wren glared. “Shh, listen,” she demanded while Brie just stared at her, her eyes wide as she fought back a grin. “Well, new guy comes in, loves you, loves your kid, he’s ready for the future, and now you are—”

  “Aww! You love him!”

  Wren’s eyes narrowed. “Focus, Brie.”

  “Tell me! You do!”

  “Yes,” Wren snapped, throwing her hands up, and Brie just grinned. “I do. A lot. And now, the baby’s father could be a problem, and I don’t trust him—”

  “I don’t think you trust anyone, though,” she supplied, and Wren thought that over.

  “This is true, but he’s up to something. And now, I don’t know if I should tell Jensen about him, when I’ve been tight-lipped this whole time, or if I should just hope it doesn’t blow up in my face.”

  Brie just blinked. “Okay, yes, this is a predicament because Jensen will be upset.”

  “Yeah, and the problem is, I think I lied to him.”

  “Wren.”

  “I know, I know,” she protested, shaking her head. “But not really, because he implied he thought he knew who it was, and I didn’t deny it. But I didn’t confirm it, and I’m worried that if he finds out, he’ll get upset because I had the chance to tell him.”

  Shaking her head, Brie held her gaze. “It’s that Bradley guy, isn’t it?” Wren’s face must have given her away before Brie smacked her hand to her thigh. “Vaughn said it was. He was convinced, and I told him no. I mean, fuck, Wren, that dude looks like a douche!”

  Closing her eyes, Wren let her head fall back. “I know. I’ve known him forever, hot passion, he’s hung, and yeah, it was stupid. Please don’t tell anyone.”

  “Oh, you suck.”

  “Please, I’m pulling out the bestie card. You can’t tell anyone.”

  “Fucking hell. I mean, I really can’t ’cause if I tell Vaughn, he’s going to jail.”

  Wren itched her brow in distress. “I know. They’re all gonna be pissed and go after him, and I’m worried he’s gonna try to play it the other way. Try to make me out to be the bad guy. Some would even believe him because everyone knows I wasn’t one to keep my legs shut.”

  “No, they won’t.”

  “You don’t know that. You don’t know Bradley and his family.”

  Brie thought that over, and then her mouth dropped open. “Holy shit, that’s your ex-best friend’s brother. Jesus, Wren, what did you do?”

  “I know,” Wren groaned. “I was distracted by a big cock, and I wasn’t thinking. It went on for years, and th