Page 65 of Tattered Souls
She was asking about the fact that she loved that store and loved to make handmade presents for people.
I winked at her, “Remember everything.”
She smiled.
Just that smile alone did something to me.
Then she nodded, “Yeah. Be back in an hour or so.”
I shook my head. “See you in three hours. Be careful. Love you.”
That was something I’ve been saying for days now. At least once a day, I told her that I loved her. She didn’t have to say it back.
I knew. I was patient.
And I was being patient because I had said it the morning after our first time when she was awake, and the way her body tensed... It told me all I needed to know.
Those three words were a weapon her father and Lance had used on her.
And I wouldn’t be like that. Not ever. Not to her.
She winked, then she bent her neck and pressed a kiss on the underside of my jaw.
That wasn’t going to work, which was why I tagged the bottom of her dress and caused her to stutter-step.
When she looked back at me, I lifted a brow. “Really?”
She giggled, bent, and then pressed a kiss on my lips. I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and held her there as I ravished her mouth.
When I let go, she was breathing heavily. I winked.
Yes, I watched as her hips sashayed out of the house.
I looked at my brothers, along with Dominik and Bronson, and said, “Michaels. The fucking craft store, you idiots.”
Looks of worry and caution morphed into shock, and then I saw it... they felt stupid.
I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t.
It was a few minutes later when Carter asked, “How’s she doing?”
I nodded, “Good. Few things to still work on, but she’s coming out of her shell more.”
“Good, brother,” Carter said.
Dom grinned.
***
Yes, I had been right.
Tatum walked back into the house three hours later with bags in her hands.
I growled, “Seriously?”
She jerked to a stop, and fear slowly ebbed its way into her sable eyes.
I softened my tone. “Next time. Call me. You ain’t carrying bags.”
