Page 40 of Preyless
Casey went silent. “Oh.”
I laughed. “Oh? That’s all?”
He sniffed. “A text message or heads up would have been nice, you know.”
A snort left my throat at his petulant tone. “Ah, yes. Because that’s so smart for a throuple who uses whatever phone is closest to them at any given point. My apologies.”
“You’re such a dick.”
I turned to him with a smirk. “I love you, too, baby boy.”
Just like that, a blush marred his skin.
I snorted. He was so easy to melt into putty.
I reached behind the highest row of books—where our darling girl couldn’t even reach without a ladder and asked us to put books, anyway—and grabbed the rings.
One from me, and one from Casey.
The one from me was simple. A basic, diamond-encrusted band. Though, to personalize it as much as possible, Casey and I had decided to engrave the day we downloaded Preyless into the underside of the ring.
Because if this had all failed, there was no other prey we would have wanted.
Casey’s ring, however, easily stole the show: a silver band molded into the shape of leaves, with a diamond on each side. One diamond was clear and sharp, while the other diamond was black as coal.
Tied together through the representation of life.
It was more than fitting.
We were her diamonds, but she was our life.
I turned toward Casey and shook the box lightly. “See? We’re fine. We should head to the hotel, though. She’s going to be getting off soon, and we don’t want to fuck this up. John can only distract her for so long.”
It was yet another trait I adored about our girl.
We had told her time and time again that she didn’t have to work. Yet, she continued to go to the hotel on the days that John was there to keep him company.
It was made even better by the fact that John actually liked us.
And so, we never protested.
Casey took a big, deep breath before nodding nervously.
It was go-time.
Rory stumbledas we walked her toward the pathway of the tree line. The October air felt warmer than normal, and I couldn’t have been more grateful for it. She whined. “Can you just tell me where we’re going? I don’t like surprises!”
Casey laughed. “We know.”
“And why are you both so dressy? For a beach?”
I laughed next. “So full of questions tonight, pretty girl.”
She huffed. “So lacking in answers, scary man.”
Casey turned to me with a bemused smile as I shook my head.
She was lucky I was completely and utterly in love with her.
