“Oh, so you’re fine knowing he did it,” Grizz says, sounding offended.
“He’s experienced,” I argue with a smile.
Grizz rolls his eyes, and Tommy laughs. “She’ll be safe in there. You have a high-quality car seat, and a safe vehicle.” He pats the hood of the dark grey Toyota Highlander.
“I don’t know a thing about cars, but if you say it’s safe, I believe you.”
“Sure, believehim,” Grizz says, and I give him a little shove.
Well, I try, but he doesn’t move. He’s a wall of a man.
“Stop being jealous.”
“No,” he says with a grin, then pulls me close with his arm around my waist. His lips find mine, cold from the chill in the air, but his tongue is warm as it slides against mine. I groan into his mouth, my stomach going crazy. I want this man so badly. He pulls away before things get too heated. “Do you have everything?”
I nod, licking my lips. “Her bag is on the floor.” I carefully shut her door, so as to not wake her.
Grizz opens the front door for me, and I hop in, then he goes around the other side. The car is already on and running, so it would be warm for Dorothea. Two more car doors echo around us as Kelsey and Tommy get into his Silverado. They’re coming with us to the Halloween party at the club house. It’s late afternoon, which is when all the kids come by. They have a full adult party afterward, which usually consists of people getting trashed, and I may have heard Grizz mention orgies… but he assured me we’d be gone before that.
“This is going to be interesting,” he says as we pull onto the road. “Guys have never had a baby around before.”
“Are they going to be okay with it?”
“Fuck yeah, they are. We all are going to keep her safe. I told you that. We take care of each other.”
“Even if they don’t get to have their orgies?” I ask.
He barks out a laugh. “They have the bar for that, if they can’t wait until we leave.”
I watch the trees as we drive by. Some bare, some still holding on, and some that’ll stay because they’re here for the winter. Grizz said it should snow any day now. I swear it went from being chilly at night to being like the arctic. There’s something about it that I love though. Something about the fresh, cold air.I haven’t experienced it in a long time. I was locked up for so long that I didn’t get to see the weather much. Winter always was my favorite. Snow is beautiful the way it blankets everything is touches.
“I used to love the snow when I was a little girl,” I say.
“Do you still love it?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Good. You can help me shovel.”
I swat at his chest, and he laughs again. “I’m kidding. No angel of mine will lift a finger to shovel snow.”
“What if I want to?”
He gives me a look that saysreally?and I can’t help but laugh.
“Maybe just snowman building,” I say.
“That, I will allow.”
“Oh, you’llallowit, will you?”
“Damn right,” he says playfully.
I reach for his hand and have the strangest urge to tell him that I love him. The thought hits me like a freight train, and I quickly turn my attention back out the window so he doesn’t think something is wrong. It shakes me to the core though.
Do I love this man?
I don’t know. I’m not sure I know what love is.
