“Like it?”
I just nod. How could I not? It’s every gamer’s dream console, all done up in flashing lights around a sign with my username in bold red highlights. Hell, it even has one of those super-awesome comfy chairs. And right next to it is one for him with his username: Bowser.
Iknewit was him.
“Good. Because the warranty went out on it last month, and I can’t take it back.”
He chuckles as he kisses my cheek before releasing me to fiddle with a few keys to power up one of the systems.
“Warranty? How long have you had this?”
“I got it for you last year. Thought it could be a Christmas gift.”
“What?” I whisper.
“Huh?” He looks back at me and blinks. “You okay?”
Okay? This guy bought me my dream gift when I was mad at him. When I wasn’t even talking to him. He spent way more than a few grand, and he didn’t even know if we would be together.
I turn on my heel and head for the bedroom.
“Peaches?” he calls after me, but I don’t stop. I keep marching till I get to my room. I mean ours.
I grab my panties and bra, pulling them and my shorts on. But when I pick up my shirt, it’s ripped. Like seriously ripped. I guess we really were in the moment.
“Peaches?” he repeats as he comes into the room. His jeans are on, not buttoned, and he looks yummy as hell. Still, I glare.
“What now?”
I don’t say anything as I head to what I can only assume is the closet through the massive bedroom. And I was right. And like everything else, it’s huge and perfect and just about everything I could ever dream of.
I curse as I stomp over to a set of drawers and start opening them till I find one filled with his shirts. I grab the top one and put it on.
“You going to tell me what has you in a tizzy?”
“Not in a tizzy. Just pissed. Now get your shit. We’re going.”
“And where is it we’re headed?”
“The clubhouse.”
“You going to tell me why?”
“Nope. Now hurry the fuck up. I don’t got all day.”
And like the fucker he is, he does as I say without so much as a hitch. Fucking bastard.
The drive is quick because the town is small, and despite what he said, we’re close to the clubhouse in case he ever wants to go say hi.
As soon as we park, I’m out and walking through the door. Kooper yells at me thewhole way to stop, but I don’t.
I’m a girl on a mission, and I’m not about to stop till I get what I want.
As soon as I see who I’m looking for, I walk right up to him and glare. “Give my old man his vest back. We both know this club needs him more than he needs you.”
I don’t give a fuck that I broke up poker night with the boys. I need Casper to give Kooper his shit so we can get going. I want food. Wings, preferably.
He gives me a side-eye, then tilts his head to the side. “Lose something, Dixon?”
