Page 124 of Savagely Yours
I kissed the top of her head. “Are you happy?”
“Deliriously.”
“Tell me if you’re ever not.”
“That goes the same for you.”
I didn’t think that would ever happen. I wasn’t sure it could. This woman had me in knots that not even an eternity would be able to untangle.
I moved aside a twist so that nothing obscured my view of her face. “What do you think of my brothers? Do you like them? They like you. I knew they would, though.”
“I adore your family, Dez,” she said. “Your brothers, Ari, Thandie, and who knows? Maybe Tayler will be family soon with the way Gagestayslooking at her.”
“He swears he’s not doing it.”
“Uh, does he think we don’t have eyes?”
“Seems like Allen has a thing for Tayler, though.”
“Oh my god, yes. He was shooting daggers at Gage the whole time at dinner, but he’s not gonna mess with Gage. There’s no way. If Gage doesn’t handle it, you and Julien will put him six feet under. Memphis and Dallas will help.”
“About them,” I began. “One of them won’t survive much longer if he doesn’t learn to keep his eyes in their sockets.”
She snickered. “Oh, stop. It’s adorable.”
“Please explain to me what’s so adorable about it. They don’t look any younger than twenty-seven. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re not that much younger than me. That’s old enough for me to put them in the ground right next to Allen.”
She faked a gasp. “Dez? Are you…jealous?”
“No. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Because I love you too much?”
“Uh, yeah.” I cleared my throat. “That’s why.”
“To answer your question, my dear jealous husband, it’s adorable because they’re raw and vulgar, but I think they actually feel the things they say they do. But I also think those feelings stay on a surface level, and no real attachment ever forms. Still, something tells me they want a real attachment, but they don’t know how to get one. It doesn’t help that their…aggressive pursuitstrikes fear more than it does desire.”
“So, Memphis is legitimately infatuated with you.”
“Maybe. Until someone else comes along.”
“Like Dona Morte?”
“Who is that?”
“‘Lady Death’ in Portuguese.”
She snorted a laugh.
I pulled her closer. “Okay, so what I hear you saying is, Memphis actually thinks he’s in love with you, and if he ever crosses a line, I have your permission tofuck him up.”
She slowly shook her head.
“Counselor?”
“Yes, Captain?”
Blood rushed to my groin. “If Memphis ever crosses a line?”
