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I wasn’t having it.
She stomped her foot and snapped, “Xander Philip Kope, you promised to give me my every heart’s desire. And the baby and I want the food that will be there.”
I growled, “Another one of your heart’s desires was to never visit me behind plated glass. Has that changed?”
She snapped, “Of fucking course not.”
I lifted a brow.
She growled. “Xander.”
I shook my head, “Baby, we go there. One motherfucker gets close to you and our baby; I’ll lose my ever-loving mind. To many witnesses. Can’t afford to get locked up for killing him.”
She growled again, “I’ll be fine.”
I growled.
She smiled.
Then I relented.
And she was there six hours later as I was being bailed out of jail.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she raced toward me, all the while saying she was sorry.
I wrapped my arms around her as our baby kicked at my stomach, then I buried my face in her hair.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” I told her.
She wailed, “It’s not. It’s my fault. I should have listened to you.”
Then the sheriff who arrested me came over and said, “Charges were dropped. Thanks for knocking the shit out of him so we could finally serve him that warrant he’s been evading.”
And then she went statue still in my arms.
Then she lifted her head and glared up at me, “You knew?”
I nodded, “Course I did. Why do you think I didn’t growl when people videoed it?”
I shouldn’t have said that.
I really shouldn’t have said that.
Because she tore out of my arms and snapped, “You beat the shit out of him on purpose?”
I opened my mouth but shut it.
“You let them put you in handcuffs on purpose?”
I opened my mouth but shut it again.
“You let them put you in a police car, and allowed me to feel like shit for being the reason you got arrested?”
I opened my mouth, again, but shut it.
Then she yelled, “I dropped my turkey leg.”
And with that, she spun on her heel and stalked out of the precinct.
