She fell against him. “Yes, no, not really. Just hold me, please?”
“I can do that.” He tenderly rubbed her back and held her close.
Johnson and Beck walked over to them. Maryn forced herself to hold up her head and talk to them, though she wanted to just snuggle with Tucker and sleep for a few days. Tucker kept her close with an arm around her waist.
“Beck,” Maryn sighed. “Alyssa is going to kill me for putting you in danger.”
“She’d kill me more if I let something happen to you.”
Maryn’s legs wobbled. Thank heavens Tuck held her up. Tuck, Beck, and Johnson had all been in great danger for her. She’d never felt so loved.
“You finally convinced the police to come?” Tucker asked.
“When I saw you two take out those guards I was pretty sure this wasn’t just James trying to get Maryn.”
“Good job.” Johnson thumped him on the back, his dimples on fine display. “And good job to you, too,” he said to Tuck. “I didn’t really want a knife stuck out of my belly button.”
Tucker didn’t smile. “I have nightmares about you dying all the time.”
Johnson’s eyebrows shot up. “Well, that’s a cheery thought. Thanks again for saving me.”
Tucker nodded and they all fell quiet for a minute.
“How did you get out of prison?” Maryn asked Tuck.
“Johnson knows better than me.”
“They had no real evidence so the police were going to have to let him go anyway. Mama Porter, Braxton, and I were able to prove with travel documents, signatures at restaurants and the dates in his passport that he was in Jamaica when the bar fight happened. Then if you zoom the video close, which I was able to do with superb computer skills, you could see that the guy’s nose and mouth were different and he didn’t have the same scars, especially the one near Tuck’s lip.”
“I love that scar,” Maryn whispered to Tuck.
He grinned down at her.
“Thank you. I owe you so much,” Maryn said to Johnson.
“Well, if you ever get sick of the big guy, you could let me take you on a date.” He winked.
“Johnson,” Tucker growled.
Maryn wrapped both arms around Tucker’s waist. “I’ll never get sick of him.”
Tucker kissed her on the forehead. Maryn breathed in the smell and feel of him, ignoring Beck and Johnson’s amused glances.
The redhead police officer reappeared. “I’m going to have to take you all in for questioning.”
Maryn groaned loudest of all. “Shouldn’t we get a break? Because of you falsely arresting my boyfriend last night none of us have gotten any sleep.” The sky was starting to lighten outside.
“I apologize for that ma’am, but we do need to get your statements recorded while they’re fresh on your mind.”
Tucker nodded and they all followed the police officer out the door.
“After questioning, we’re going to your house and you’re going to cuddle me the rest of the day,” Maryn told Tucker.
He glanced down at her with an eyebrow arched and a grin on his face. “I’m in.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
Tucker kept his promise and held Maryn all afternoon while they both dozed. They woke as the sun was setting over the Pacific Ocean. Maryn yawned and snuggled against his side, looking out at the view from his sitting room. “That’s beautiful,” she said. “I think I could live here.”