The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 3: Her Double Delite Warriors (21 page)

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“I’ve been here how long?” Alexa asked as Sally helped her to sit up.

“Three days, sweetie. The doctor said you’re in the clear.”

“Where’s Michael and Chad?” she asked as the door opened. Chad entered, carrying a large bouquet of flowers.

“Those are so pretty. Thank you,” she whispered.

Chad’s eyes widened in surprise that she was awake.

“Oh God, baby, are you okay? Should you be sitting up? Sally, did you call the doctor?” Chad carried on as he moved next to her side and leaned down to kiss her.

“Oh God, you feel so good,” she whispered back.

Sally rolled her eyes.

“We’ll leave you two alone.”

Alexa watched Sally and Susanna exit the room.

“You don’t feel too much pain, do you? They have stuff to give you. Just let me know and I’ll grab the nurse.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Calm down, Chad. I’m okay. I’m just a little dizzy, very tired, and achy. Other than that I’d say quite well, considering. Now where is Michael?”

Chad swallowed hard and turned away a moment. He placed his hand in his jeans pocket and stared at her.

“What’s wrong? He isn’t hurt, is he? Oh God, no one told me anything. He’s not dead?” she asked as the tears filled her eyes.

“God, no, baby. No, he’s alive. He’s just being—”

“He thinks he’s to blame for this?”

He took a deep breath and nodded.

“He is so crazy. Hasn’t anyone ever taken care of him before? Doesn’t he realize that he doesn’t have to take responsibility for everything that goes wrong? My God, does he seriously think that I would blame him for this?”

“Pretty much. He feels like he failed you when he should have been protecting you.”

“Is he out there?”

“Yeah. He’s talking with Virgo.”

“Get him in here please.”

She watched as Chad exited the room. She took a deep breath. Michael was so dominant, in charge, and commanding. She knew it was his military position, and she understood the seriousness of his job. She didn’t really care about any of that. She loved him. He helped her to heal and she was going to help him, too.

Michael entered the room, appearing concerned. She figured that Chad had to convince him to come see her.

“Get over here, soldier,” she demanded then took a deep breath as the pain in her arm throbbed.

“You shouldn’t be sitting up. You were shot for Christ’s sake.”

“I’m fine except one thing is really aching badly.”

“Do you need me to get the nurse? There’s painkillers for that.”

“Not for this ache, Michael. Come here please.”

Michael walked toward her other side. “Do you make it a habit of going around breaking hearts, Michael?” she whispered.

He looked at her strangely and then to Chad.

“Did I do something to anger you or make you not love me the way I love you and Chad?”

“What did you say?” Michael asked, and Chad took her hand.

Michael placed his hand on her thigh.

“I think you screwed up big-time on such an important mission, Michael.”

He was quiet a moment and then he nodded his head.

“I know I did. I should have been more considerate of you. I didn’t think. If I had, Solandro wouldn’t have found out about you.”

“No, Michael. Not that mission. You succeeded and he’s dead. I am grateful to you for that. I’m talking about the most important mission of your life.”

“What would that be?” he asked her, still not getting it.

“Finding true love, embracing it, opening up your heart and your fears despite what you’ve conditioned yourself to ignore. I don’t blame you for any of this. I blame Solandro. I love you, Michael, and I want to be with you forever. I don’t care that I sound naive. I don’t care what anyone thinks about it. I love you with all my heart and I love Chad, too.”

Before she could finish, Michael was leaning forward and kissing her hard on the mouth. She tried to hold him with her good hand, and she cringed when his forehead touched hers.

“I love you, too, baby.”

“Me, too, Alexa. We can’t wait to start our new life together,” Chad added.

“You’re my protectors, my lovers, and my everything.”

They both laid their heads against her shoulders. She smiled and closed her eyes as she absorbed the feel of her two, strong, sexy lovers. She was safe, they were safe, and life in Delite, Texas, was only going to get better with her double Delite Warriors.

THE END

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People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern-day arranged marriage kind of thing, and my momma downright refused.

Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English-speaking Southerners, they wanted the family bloodline to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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