Page 24 of Never Too Late for Love
“But didyoutell him heneededto do it?”
“Absolutely not. Go ask Cristo. He brought it to me this morning on our ride out of…courtesy.”
She sat back on her heels and stared at the ceiling for a minute while KC happily splashed with her set of marine animal floaties and made them race each other.
Tilly blew out a long breath and stared at him. “Swear to me you didn’t order him to.”
He raised both hands, so she could see he wasn’t crossing any fingers. “I did not. It happened exactly like that. Bob asked him on the plane ride out.”
“And he didn’t order him to?”
“Absolutely not. No orders, no suggestions. Bob asked Cristo, who asked me.”
She seemed lost in her head for a moment. When she next spoke, her voice thick with emotion, he could see the way her hazel eyes looked a little too bright, how she blinked harder than normal.
“He’s not goinganywhere, is he?” she softly said. “Ever?”
Landry nuzzled her ear. “He’soursfor life, love. That’s all he wishes to be.”
She nodded. “Okay.” More nodding. “Okay. If he really wants it, yeah. Okay.”
Chapter Eight
Cris had called to let Bob know he was just blocks away. He packed up and went to Tilly’s office. “Cris is almost here.”
She crooked a finger at him to come in, pointing at the office door, indicating for him to close it behind him.
She hugged him, staring up at him. “This is whatyouwant, right? No orders, no ‘suggestions’ or screwy manipulation like, ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if my boys match?’”
Bob had been warned by the men Tilly was concerned he was making this decision of his own free will.
“This isme.Allme. I’m really in this for life, and I liked the idea of the same guy doing mine, and Cris being the one to take me.”
“How’d you get from wanting to pound his ass to wanting to fuck his ass?”
“If I knew, I’d tell you. All I know is this is home, with the three of you, andIlike the idea of matching.”
“I’m not getting a tattoo. No offense.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to, Ma’am.”
She sighed. “Still can’t call me Tilly, huh?”
“Landry did tell me that was a rule he had for this week, before we left Florida.”
“I should have known.”
“I like calling you Ma’am.”
“Tilly and Bob time.”
“Okay.”
She led him to the couch in her office, had him sit, and curled up in his lap, her arms around his neck. He loved holding her like this. It felt every bit as right as snuggling with either of the men.
“What if I never drop the restriction?”
He shrugged. “I’m still here, and I still want the tat.”
