I shook my head, smiling. “Luckily, Saint’s got enough chill for the both of them. My woman will be sweet to him. She can’t help herself.”
Saint snuggled closer, tangling her legs with mine.
“Happy for ya, brother,” Hendrix murmured.
“I’m happy for me, too.” I cupped Saint’s jaw and tilted her chin up until her eyes met mine again. “Gonna marry my girl and plant babies in her, and I’m doin’ it soon.”
I watched her face carefully, studying the nuances in her expression, but she didn’t flinch or wince even slightly; she didn’t seem shocked at all. In fact, I may as well have been talking about the weather because her lips curved, and she blew me a kiss before tucking her chin back into my neck and sliding a hand across my stomach, cuddling me closely.
“So, I guess we need a powwow when you get back,” Drix deduced. “If Saint lives on the west coastand you live on the east coast. I’m pretty sure you don’t want a long-distance marriage, so that means one of you has to relocate.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I’ll talk to Saint about it, and we’ll take it from there. There’s no reason we can’t have homes in two places. I’ll build her a house with a recording studio in Virginia, and we can go between the two, depending on her schedule. I may have to cut back on jobs, but Colt travels the country with the FBI and still manages to keep up, even if it’s remotely. No reason we can’t do the same.”
Saint glanced up and nodded enthusiastically, her azure blues dancing excitedly.
I grinned down at her.
That was fucking easy.
But that was one of the many reasons I’d fallen ass over heels in love with her. It wasn’t a surprise that we were on the same page. Saint already told me in one of our many ‘getting to know you’ convos that she wanted kids, and she wasn’t the type of woman to fuck around. My baby knew what she wanted, and she wanted it yesterday.
Perfect for me.
I leaned down and brushed my mouth against hers.
“How’s the job going?” Hendrix asked. “We saw you fucking up that photographer on socials. Colt showed everyone. When Diablo saw that fucker try to upskirt Saint, he threatened to fly out there and chop a cock.”
I busted out laughing. “Tell D I’ll fly him out soon. Gotta couple of scores he can help me settle but chopping cocks off may be a little extreme.”
A strangled noise escaped Saint’s throat.
“Any movement on the stalker?” Hendrix asked.
“No,” I muttered. “Nothing since the last lot of photographs.”
“You think he’s given up?” Hendrix asked.
I kissed the top of Saint’s head. “What I think is that he’s biding his time. I’ve no doubt he’s been watching and seen me glued to Saint’s side. Eventually, he’ll cave and either try to go around me or through me. Either way, he’ll fail.”
I felt Saint’s body stiffen.
“You and the boys are booked to go to NYC with the band when they start recording the album. When are you coming to Virginia?”
“End of the week. I need at least a few days in Virginia to sort my shit. Plus, I wanna start looking for a house or at least a plot of land.”
I felt Saint smile against my neck.
“You know, me and Dad own plenty of land, Ice,” Hendrix reminded me. “You can buy a plot and live on the river.”
“Saint would like that,” I said thoughtfully. “She loves the water. Okay, so it’s not Malibu Beach, but it’s still pretty. Could solve our problems.”
“We’ll talk when you get home,” Hendrix assured me.
“Cool. See ya soon, brother.”
“Later,” he muttered, and the line went dead.
I dropped my cell phone on the table next to the sun lounger and wrapped my arm around my girl. “You warm enough, baby?” I asked.
