Deadly Games - Cate Noble [103]
Rocco raced over to Gena and began cutting away her bindings. She stood and Rocco snatched her up and carried her into the next room.
“Is he dead?” Gena asked.
Rocco shook his head. “I wanted to kill him for what he’d done to us, to you. But when I heard him admit what he did to Dante and Max, I realized he needed to live. To answer to them and for everything else he’s done wrong. Harry wanted me to kill him so he would avoid standing trial and going to prison.”
Max rushed in to where Rocco and Gena stood. “Travis wants to know if Gena is okay.”
“Tell Travis she’s perfect.”
“Tell Travis she wants to go home,” Gena added as Max headed out the door.
“Home with me?” Rocco asked. “At least for now? I love you, Gena. And we have a lot of time to make up for.”
“Home with you?” Gena lifted her lips for a kiss. “Sounds like heaven.”
Epilogue
Key West, FL
October 12, 4:30 P.M.
The reflected sunlight hurt Rocco’s eyes as he watched Gena rise up from an ocean wave. Did that excuse sound legit? Or did he need to rub sand in his eyes to disguise the fact he’d just teared up while sitting there.
Watching her.
His Gena.
She had returned to Arlington with him, and except for a few times when Rocco went in to the office, they hadn’t been apart. He wanted it to stay that way. Forever. And since she’d agreed to marry him, his chances at forever were looking damn good.
The rest of it was all up in the air. Where to live? What to do? Gena had insisted that he stay with the Agency, not wanting to influence his decision. But Rocco knew it was time for a change. He’d been feeling restless for a while.
Then Gena teased that neither of them knew what they wanted to do when they grew up, which sounded perfect to Rocco. He and Gena would build a new life together, with no remnants from the past. In fact, the sooner the aftermath of theold was cleared away, the better.
The extent of Harry’s betrayal still wasn’t clear, but he’d agreed to plead guilty and cooperate in exchange for a life sentence. Of course Harry was still playing games with investigators, teasing them with information in hopes of gaining favors. Which made Rocco grateful the investigation was someone else’s job.
He watched as Gena walked toward him, her face turned up to catch the waning sun. What this woman did to a bikini should probably be outlawed in public.
The ache in his chest grew heavier as she approached. Would it ever go away? This haunting desire to be with her? Or had he lived with it for so long, it was embedded in his psyche? He rubbed his sternum.
Gena reached the edge of the blanket. She stood there and smiled. Then she bent over and shook her head, spraying him with water. “A gift from the sea.”
“You? Or the droplets?”
He stood and helped her dry off before pulling her close for a kiss.
“I’m seriously considering a career as a beach bum,” he said.
“Great minds think alike. I’ve been imagining myself as a sand castle builder.”
“Great minds love alike.” He spread kisses along the curve of her neck. “Ready to head back? I promised Dante I’d man the grill this evening.”
“And I want to man the kitchen. I don’t want Catalina in there unless she’s preparing tea for herself.”
“How long does morning sickness last anyway?”
“According to Cat, hers never goes away. Poor thing.”
Dante, Catalina, and their two-year-old son, Marco, had flown to Key West yesterday with Rocco and Gena. They were the first to hear the news: Cat was pregnant.
“I was thinking. We could throw them a combination wedding and baby shower,” Gena said.
“You might want to check with Erin on that,” Rocco said. He, Max, and Dante had all laughed to learn that each of their fiancées had suggested throwing wedding showers for the others.
“Let’s just do one big party instead,” Max had suggested. “Like this.”
They were staying at an eight-bedroom beach house Travis Franks had rented for the week. Except Travis and Maddy hadn’t shown up yet. Rocco hoped it wasn’t because Maddy