I had to admit, that kiss really was that good.
Though, I wasn’t going to admit it out loud.
Per usual, Gabe didn’t need me to.
“The minute you got in my Jeep and we delivered that kid’s birthday cake to her bitch mom, you became mine. And my sense is, this morning, you figured that out.”
I would not admit that out loud either.
But I had.
That said, I became his during that kiss.
I’ll never get a lock on an alpha’s logic, but with this one, as crazy as it is, it somehow manages to still be logic, Real Logic mused.
Agreed! Dreamer chirped.
“I’ll grant we’re new to this,” Gabe carried on. “So we should get some ground rules down.”
Considering how this conversation was going, I wasn’t sure that was a good idea.
So when I asked, “What ground rules?” it was with uncertainty.
“You’re on Angels business, you check in.”
Oh.
Well then.
That wasn’t demanding or invasive or insane. It made sense. It wasn’t my job to do that kind of thing, like it was his. And it had gotten dangerous in the past. So I could get why he’d want that.
“I can do that,” I allowed.
“So, for instance, you get done with your briefing, you’re home, you don’t text me shit that’s gonna make my jaw ache. You say, ‘Baby, I’m home. Wanna get some dunch?’”
I was bouncing back and forth between regretting I unintentionally made his jaw ache to getting irritated he was now skating the zone where he was telling me what to do—and say—when he pushed it.
“You with me?”
“I think maybe at this juncture we should discuss you tempering the bossy.”
“I do not have a fake moustache. Disguises are dicey. Unless you’re super fuckin’ good at them, never use ’em. You gotta make an entry, you do it under the cover of darkness, wear black clothes, definitely cover that gorgeous hair, and you don’t fuck with the locks. If you can, jimmy a window. If that’s not an option, you go for a door, best choice, the back. Since you don’t know what you’re doing and probably don’t give a shit you might cause damage, just bust it open. You do that with a lookout on you. You have backup with you. And you got someone behind the wheel of a car who’s close so if you gotta get the fuck out of there, you can get away fast.”
Okay, maybe I could forgive him for being bossy if he was going to say shit like “dunch,” call my hair “gorgeous” and teach me how to be a badass.
And it was nice that our team already had all the bases covered.
“Gotcha,” I replied.
“I know you women have an uncanny knack for this shit, but I care about you, so I’m gonna worry and you’re gonna have to suck it up how that worry comes out. It isn’t gonna be ugly. But it might be bossy,” he warned.
Aww!
He was such a good guy!
“Okay, Gabe,” I said softly.
“And about the I’m your man, you’re my woman thing, I’m there. I explained at length last night how I know, and I know you heard me. I also know you’re not there, but you’re getting there,” he stated. “If you wanna go out for a special meal and wear something pretty, I’ll give you that. Happy to. Look forward to it. But a Sunday afternoon after you’ve had a fucked-up and busy week, I’m gonna look after my woman. I’m gonna feed her. We’re gonna relax. You work your ass off and you’re gonna be hitting it again just like that tomorrow. I’m gonna make sure you’re ready for it. It’s not spontaneous, but we don’t live lives where we can be that. We’re too busy. You want to do it up, we’ll find a time when we can do it right. Then we’ll do it.”
