Page 46 of Fractured
Thankfully, we didn’t have much further to go.
The Griggs boat was docked at Merida Marina, at the inlet cove of the lake.
And the spot we were going to was almost like a beach.
It was on a corner of the lake and was nothing but sand.
Fucking perfect.
A few trucks passed us with American flags waving in the breeze.
A few other boats passed us.
And then I flipped on my turn signal and pulled into the marina parking lot.
Pulling off to the side in one of the parking spots, I rolled the windows up and turned the Mustang off.
When Talia moved to open her door, I growled, “What the fuck do you think you're doing?”
Her head whipped to me, “Excuse me?”
“You wait for me to open your door, little girl,” I said with a growl.
She winked, “Oh, baby, the moment you're inside my vagina, I’ll let you give me orders.”
Then she opened her fucking car door.
Hopped out and smirked.
I stared for a second out of my windshield and said,fuck it.
I tagged my stuff, reached over, pushed the lock on her door, then climbed out, repeated the process on my door, then slammed it.
And the moment I rounded the back of the Mustang, I knew I had a certain look on my face because Talia caught it, and then she ran.
I grinned as I tossed my stuff down.
I reached her in a few long strides, grabbed her, twisted her, and tossed her over my shoulder.
Then I did something I’ve always wanted to do.
I smacked her on the ass.
Hard.
“Fucking trouble.” I rumbled.
I carried her over my shoulder while she shouted and pounded on my back with her small fists.
Then I sat her down on her feet and narrowed my eyes at her, “Don’t do that again.”
She snorted, “Right. Okay.”
Sage let go of Garrick’s hand and raced over to me, holding her arms out, “Pick me up, Uncle Dom.”
I leaned down and picked her up, then I carried her as we walked to the dock where the Griggs boat was.
And no, I didn’t miss that it was Talia who leaned down and picked my stuff up.
