Page 108 of Married to Number 22
Pathetic words.
Even Frank, the coward now trying to make himself disappear into the cabinets, winces.
“You mean the share I’m going to have anyway?” she asks archly.
He scowls.
And it’s late, I came home to my woman dealing with her asshole family—again—and I’m beyond done with this shit.
“Consider our first call in the morning to be arranging for a restraining order,” I tell him.
That scowl deepens.
“And that’s your cue to leave,” Luns says.
So calmly. So cooly. So collected that we may as well be ordering pastries at Molly’s.
God, I love her.
“Like now,” I mutter, striding to the front door and pulling it open. Then glaring at them before they move my way…and then out onto the porch.
I slam the door, twist the lock.
“Thank God they’re go—ack!”
I crush her against my chest, absorbing her squeak. “Fuck, tiny tornado, you scared the shit out of me.”
She frowns. “What? How?”
“You didn’t text me back and then I came in tothatshit again.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “I thought you were pissed at me, not getting accosted by your fucking family again.”
“I think that maybe I need to work with Jean-Michel’s security company,” she says when I finally loosen my grip.
“You’re right,” I say softly. “Wedo.”
Her face gentles. “You thought I didn’t answer your text because I was mad?”
I nod.
She winces, chagrin in those beautiful eyes. “Bri brought me a book for a read along.” A wince. “We got a little…distracted by the sexy fae prince, and I lost track of time.”
I start laughing.
“What?”
I take her hand, draw her with me out into the garage, pulling my bag from the back seat. Then the bag from inside that. “A sexy fae prince like this one?”
“What is this?” she asks quietly.
“A book I picked up for you earlier this week…and was going to bribe you with tonight if you were pissed at me.”
Her brow furrows. “How could I have been pissed at you?”
I shrug. “Because women are confusing?” A beat. “And maybe also because I was hoping this and a bevy of orgasms would make youunpissed?”
She giggles.
Then lightly touches my cheek. “I didn’t even have a chance to make you your hot cocoa.”
