A cocktail waitress arrived and took drink orders, and I settled in for a night with a group of women who were a tight family unit. What I hadn’t expected was that they would welcome me with open arms, and by the time Quin took me home, I felt like I’d found lifelong friends.
Lyric
IWAVED TO Quin, closed and locked my door and headed into my kitchen…just as my doorbell rang. I frowned. I made my way back and pulled open the door. “What did you forget?”
“Why the fuck are you opening the door without finding out who’s on the other side?” Doom snapped.
I was so taken aback by the angry voice, I almost tripped over my boot, but his arm whipped out to steady me.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, at the same time slapping at his arm holding me. When he didn’t answer, I looked up and met his eyes. “Lincoln? Why are you here?”
“I came to apologize.”
“Well, you’re off to a stellar start. Let me go,” I demanded, pulling my arm away.
He released me and let out a series of curses.
I closed the door and locked it, leaving him on the front porch. He knocked again, but I ignored him. My phone buzzed and I glanced at the screen and sighed. “What do you want, Lincoln?”
“I’m sorry, Angel. I really did come to apologize. You opening the door like that just freaked me out. You gotta be more vigilant.”
“Careful, Doom, you’re gonna start sounding like you care, and that’s not the deal we made.”
“I can’t fuck you casually and care that you not get murdered at the same time?”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “I accept your apology.”
“Thank you. Now, can I come in?”
“Are you gonna get pissed off and ghost me again?”
“I really didn’t mean to ghost you.” He sighed. “If you let me in, I’ll explain.”
I unlocked the door and pulled it open, stepping back to let him in. He followed me back to the kitchen and I sat at the island while he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
“Sure, Doom, help yourself.”
“I bought it,” he retorted.
“Oh, right.”
I’d forgotten about that. He’d brought over a case the week before so I’d have it on hand. He’d also bought a couple bottles of my favorite red. Apparently, I’d blocked his kindness out.
“How was girls’ night?” he asked.
“It was really fun. I explained in great detail the shape of your dick. They were enthralled.”
“I suppose I deserve that,” he said.
“And worse.”
He came around to my side of the island and turned my stool so I was facing him, lifting my chin and stroking my cheek. “I was a dick, Lyric. I can’t promise it won’t happen again, but I’m tryin’.”
“Try harder.”
“Okay, Lyric, I’ll try harder.”
He leaned down to kiss me, but I covered his mouth with my fingers. “Why did you ghost me?”
