“Can you stay here for a few hours? I—”
“Yes.”
Snapper frowns, then shakes his head and walks away, muttering something under his breath about killing me if I get cum on his furniture.
“Lucian, by the way.” The other guy offers me his hand as he gets to his feet.
“Grizz.”
“I remember.”
“From…” I tilt my head to the side.
“Did I age that much?” he jokes. “I remember when you were a little boy.” He leans in, lowering his voice. “Pretending to be a big scary bear who was going to save all the princesses.”
I chuckle as the memory comes back to me. I did that a lot when I was little. No wonder Snapper is annoyed with me. I was a dumb as fuck kid.
“Fuck. Ain’t that some shit?”
“We’ll be back soon.”
“Take your time,” I say as he walks away.
When they’re both gone, make sure the door is locked behind them. I’ve been to Snapper’s house one other time, but I’ve never been inside before. I let Anastacia know they left, and that I’m going to check the house to make sure all the windows and any other doors are locked.
I do that quickly, surprised at how big this house is. What the fuck does Snapper need all this space for?
Guess the same reason I have all the space in my house. It’s just how they are out here. Lots of land with huge, old farmhouses that need work placed somewhere on it.
“All clear,” I say, finding Anastacia in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher.
“As I said it would be. He’s very good about security.”
“Why are you doing this? Let me do it.”
“It’s already done.” She bends down, and I notice a flinch.
I put my hand on her lower back.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice quiet. “Just pregnancy pains.”
“Here, come on. Do you want me to carry you?”
She laughs as she straightens. “I am not a damsel.”
“Too bad, cause I’d save the fuck out of you.”
She laughs again, and I lead her to the couch. She sits, and I pull the blanket from the back of it, and lay it over her lap, then get the remote from beneath the TV and hand it to her.
“You’re so sweet,” she says.
I grin as I go back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. She wasn’t wrong. Just about everything is done. I put the soap into the dishwasher and start it, then rinse the sink and wipe down the dining table and push in all the chairs.
If Snapper is anything like he is at the club, he likes things a certain way, and I’m still not sure he won’t stab me. So I wipe down the counters and the stove, and even the fridge since I see a few fingerprints on the stainless steel, before going into the living room and sitting on the couch.
“What’s good to watch on TV?” Anastacia questions.
