Arriving back at the compound, I walked in and found Willow and Jasmine in the kitchen cooking, and opened the fridge for a beer. “Either of you seen Lyric?”
“I think she’s in her office,” Willow said.
“Thanks.”
“Hey,” she called, as I started to leave. I faced her and she smiled. “I’m really glad you pulled your head out of your butt.”
I dropped my head back and laughed. “Me too, sweetheart.” I rushed her, pulling her in for a bear hug.
“Doom! I’ve got flour all over my hands.”
“Don’t give a fuck.”
She wiped her hands on my back and giggled. “You asked for it.”
I kissed her cheek and headed off to find my woman, flour covered and all. I pushed open the office door and found her curled up in her snuggle chair, sound asleep. Her laptop was still on her lap, but it was closed, so I lifted it from her and set it on the coffee table.
She started slightly, reaching for it.
“It’s just me, baby. I got it,” I said.
“Is your dad okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll spare you the gory details, but he’s good.” I knelt in front of her. “Tell me why you’re freaked about marrying me.”
“It’s not you.”
“Yeah, I get that.”
She let out a frustrated groan and dragged her hands down her face.
“Angel, just spit it out. Don’t filter it.”
“You’re going to need to sign a prenup.”
“Okay.”
“Wait,” she said. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I said. “But just so you know. I’m not going to ask you to sign one in return.”
She glanced around the room and it hit me.
And that was when I realized she really hadn’t read the file her man had gotten on me.
“Jesus,” I said, and laughed.
“What?”
I walked to her desk and retrieved the manila envelope from under some of her random papers handing it to her. “I give you permission to read everything in this. In fact, I’d rather you did before you spend one more second freaking out over shit you don’t need to freak out over.”
I leaned down and kissed her gently.
“I’m gonna go take a shower while you do that.”
* * *
Lyric
