“You never told me you owned property out west.” Dirty blond brows raise over beautiful brown eyes and my cock stirs at the thought of having her alone for a few weeks.
“My grandmother left me some land on the Rez.”
“As in reservation?” Her double take causes me to breakout in a grin because I took her by surprise which seldom happens anymore.
It’s high time I shared my heritage. “Yeah, I’m one quarter Ute.”
“No way. I’m done. We need a divorce.” She pokes at my chest, giggling. “Wait. No. This is perfect. I can be the Lone Ranger, and you can be Tonto.”
“I thought I was Shaggy and you was Velma. Or was it Watson and Holmes? Could you stick a post-it on the fridge? I’m having a hard time keepin’ up.”
It’s tickle time and Catrina jumps on the table for her share of my attention. I pat her little head and she rolls on her back for tummy scratches as Sam sinks into a cushioned office chair.
Her face skewed in thought, she sighs. “I’d love to leave but my mom and dad are going to need help with Nonna. And what about the salon ladies? Aunt Marion thinks she’s going to be forced to close. I can’t abandon my family and my city. Besides, do you really want to jump on a plane right now?”
“We could drive.” I start coughing and it won’t stop until I grab a glass of water.
Sam raises her eyebrows, walks into the bathroom, and returns with a thermometer. “Put this in your mouth.”
“Yes ma’am.” I push the button and cross-eyed, stare at the numbers.
“Is there anything else I should know about you?” She asks this with the thing stuck under my tongue so I shrug. There’s a whole lot she don’t know but we got a lifetime for me to explain.
At the beep, my wife snatches the plastic. “Ninety-eight-point-six.”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever been accused of being normal before.” I grab her into my arms and press her close so she can feel my desire rising.
Grinning, she pushes on my chest. “Man does not live on sex alone. I made dinner.
“Can’t it wait?”
“I guess I could reheat the steak, broccoli, and baked potatoes…”
“Maybe not.” I inhale but can’t smell a damn thing.
Huh, now that there is some pretty weird shit.
Chapter Two
Sam
Chewing on the last tough bites of beef, we finish a nice bottle of Barolo. My phone vibrates, I glance down at the caller ID, and pick up.
“Hi Dad.”
“Is your bodyguard there?” He sounds pissed so I hesitate before responding.
“Why?”
“Put me on speaker, dammit.” Even though I don’t appreciate his tone, I do as he says, place my Android in the middle of the table, and press the blue icon.
My father’s voice booms, filling the room. “They’re shutting down the city. Have you shopped for groceries?”
“Yeah…”I did some last week so technically, I’m not lying.
My father knows me all too well. When he clears his throat, it means his patience is about to snap. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Are you there, Sebastian?”
“Good copy, sir.” Grinning across the table, my new husband shoots me a wink but Dad isn’t amused.
