“Okay. Let’s see what she bought.”
I kissed him quickly. “Thanks baby.”
I followed him into the kitchen, and we settled into the perfect domestic chore of preparing food, and I finally started to relax a little.
Olivia
Monday afternoon, Doc walked me through the halls of the Chatham County Courthouse. We were officially married, and now we were filling out our paperwork to get my name changed on everything. Alamo and Clementine had witnessed our marriage, then went about their days. The whole thing was very mundane, really, but exactly what I wanted.
“Dinner or home?” Doc asked once everything was filed.
“Home,” I said.
He kissed me gently. “Okay, Mrs. Brooks, your wish is my command.”
I laughed. “God, that’s gonna take some getting used to.”
He grinned. “Yeah, it is.”
“In a good way. I love it. Brooks is so much better than Worthington.”
“You think?”
“Yes,” I stressed. “Worthington sounds so fucking uptight.” I wrapped my arms around him. “Brooks is so much more my style.”
He hugged me. “I love that, sweetness.”
Walking out to his bike, we climbed on and headed to my condo. I guess, I should sayourcondo now, since we were going to be combining our worlds now. We parked next to my car, rode the elevator up to my floor and that’s when all hell broke loose.
As we approached the front door, Doc pushed me against the wall, and boxed me in. “Don’t move.”
“What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer me as he pulled his gun out of his holster and his phone out of his pocket. “Call Alamo, then 9-1-1.”
“What?” I squeaked.
