Page 48 of Tattered Souls
But this was Tatum.
My Tink.
The woman I plan to spend the rest of my life with.
I heard Tatum walking down the hall from the spare bedroom. Yeah, she wouldn’t be in there for long.
I turned my head once I dried my hands off and saw she was in some black cut-off shorts with rips in them, her dark blue Converse, and a tight dark blue tank top.
Thankful as fuck, the island blocked my lower half, and I had time to run engine specs through my brain to get my dick to stand down.
Yeah, it’s been almost a year and a half since I got laid, ever since the night I met Tatum for the first time.
And I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
She saw me and smiled. “So, I’m ready. What’s the plan for today?”
I’ve been waiting ever since she opened the cards.
I wanted her to be completely healed so she could enjoy today.
I told her to clear her day today because we were doing something.
Dom had the garage this week, because after everything went down with Tatum, I took the week off as vacation time.
Would it have been nice to get away for a few days?
Sure.
But would it have been better than spending time with Tatum?
Not even fucking close.
I winked, “You got the gift cards?”
She shook her head, then her eyes flared.
I winked, “Go get ‘em.”
“Garrick,” she said softly.
I shook my head. “Don’t know you as well as I’d like. But I’m going to. And I figure that you're embarrassed, and you won’t use ‘em unless you absolutely have to, and then you’ll more than likely feel like shit because of it. Am I right?”
She sighed, then ran her fingers through her hair, causing the strands to shimmer as the sun that was coming through the windows hit them.
“You're not going to let this go. Are you?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Negative. Go on, baby. Go get ‘em.”
Her eyes widened, and I knew why.
That was the first time I called her baby, yeah, she liked it. My woman liked it a lot.
Noted.
Once she had all the gift cards, yes, I asked her to make sure she did.
I headed to the front door as I tagged my keys to my SUV.
