Page 72 of Caleb's Salvation
“That’s for me to know and you to work on fixing,” I said with some sense of that power I felt through every fiber of my being.
He looked over his shoulder at Sam who was still blissfully unaware of the drama happening in front of him. Sam was going to be thrilled to wake up to find Caleb with us. I was sure of it.
“I’ll get right on that,” he said as he started the truck. “First dinner, then I figure I’m going to have to go down on you a bunch of times.”
“A bunch!” I insisted, like the idea still didn’t make me blush beet red.
“How many orgasms you figure it will take before I’m out of the dog house?”
I shrugged. “Twelve,” I said, throwing out a random number.
His lips twitched and it wasn’t long before that twitch turned into a full-on smile. “That’s a lot.”
I held up my hands. “You know how demanding I am.”
He leaned over and gave me a kiss. “Okay, dinner, then twelve orgasms. I hope Bud made a lot of food because I’m going need it.”
I reached my hand over to his side of the truck and rubbed the back of his neck with my fingers. “You’ll see, baby. It’s going to be okay, and you’re going to be all right. I promise.”
He smiled at me and I think he knew I wasn’t just talking about orgasms.
Then his hand reached over and cupped my face, so gently. “And you’re going to be okay too, babe. I give you my promise.”
And it was a promise I felt all the way to my toes.
Epilogue
Bud’s
Three months later
Cal
“To Angel for getting us into this mess,” I toasted.
We were all sitting around a table at Bud’s. Just like old times. Angel, Daniels, Ark and me. Except it was nothing like it’d been a little more than a year ago.
“Come on!” Eli objected. “You have to admit this was the best fucking idea ever.”
“Maybe,” I conceded. Definitely. “To Angel and the best fucking idea ever.”
“To Angel,” they all agreed.
We knocked our beers together and took satisfied mouthfuls.
“I can’t fucking believe you’re getting married tomorrow,” I said. “I can’t fucking believe any of this happened.”
“Believe it,” Ark said. “Did you see size of Olivia’s belly? I swear to God she’s only four months pregnant. The doctor keeps insisting it’s not twins, but I’m not buying it. There has to be two in there.”
“Or one with your big-ass head,” Angel noted.
That made Daniels laugh, which was something that happened on a regular occasion these days.
“You’ll see,” Ark snarled, “when it’s your turn and you’re staring down fatherhood like the end of a shotgun, knowing it’s coming and you’re nowhere near as ready as you need to be.”
“Hey, not true.” Angel countered. “I’ve been practicing on Zeke Jr. and Sam. I’ll be ready.”
I snorted at that. There was nopractice.There was only the real thing and it was scary, daunting and awesome. I knew it because I lived it every day.
