Page 130 of In Death, Love Survives
Nova pulls away, and I grin at the idea of being hers.
“I think you just covered introductions of who you are to me,” I murmur.
“Fantastic, now I won’t have to watch any of the women eyeing you up, wondering if I’m your long-lost sister.”
I bellow at the thought.
“No mistaking you as my sister, baby.”
Nova hops off me and threads her hand through mine. All I can do is watch as this woman becomes braver by the second.
“Who else should I meet tonight?”
I glance around the room and see a few eyes still lingering on us.
“Let’s head outside. I’m sure there’s a fire. We’ll post up there, and anyone can come by and meet you.”
“Shouldn’t I be circulating around the room?”
“Baby, I plan to make you come out there with the stars above our heads and fire blazing in front of our eyes. Fuck meeting people.”
Nova’s eyes widen as she smirks.
“You can’t.”
“Baby, it’s my house, I can do whatever I want.”
A light flush stains her cheeks.
“Only if you want,” I tease.
“We’ll see.”
“I promise you’ll meet the people worth meeting tonight.”
I guide Nova out back, briefly introducing her to brothers as we pass by. Everyone is intrigued by us being together. It’s nosecret that there are already whispers spreading around about how we met.
The brothers are my family. I know no one will be giving her a hard time about it. It’s the women who hang around that I hope Nova has a thick enough skin for. Some will want to befriend her because of our relationship, while others will want to tear her apart.
“There are a lot of people here,” Nova says.
“Yeah. Don’t worry. We can kick them all out.”
She grins as she gestures ahead toward the fire. All the spots are taken, but what she doesn’t get is that as soon as we walk up there, someone will get up for me. It’s just how it goes.
“It’ll be fine. Someone will be heading off somewhere.”
As we approach, I spot Caleb coming up around the side of the fire. He’s with someone I don’t recognize.
“Who is that with Caleb?” Nova asks.
“No clue.”
“He looks like a man on a mission, heading toward you.”
“Hopefully, it’s this guy I need to talk to.”
Someone gets up from the chair, like I expected, and I take a seat.
