I mimicked his stance and was shocked as hell when he burst out laughing. “Jesus Christ, woman, you drive me insane.”
“I can’t tell if you’re pissed about that or not.” He crooked his finger at me, and I cocked my head. “Are you mad?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Come here.”
I let out a quiet huff and went there. He slid his hand to my neck and tugged me forward, kissing my temple. I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled against his chest. “I’m still not apologizing.”
“I had it under control.”
“I’m sure Hatch thought the same thing before they hauled his ass out of his shop, then held him for two weeks in a place Maisie couldn’t get to him.”
He gave me a gentle squeeze. “Well, now I’ve only got forty-eight hours to make Sugar pay.”
I met his eyes. “I can live with that. Dalton will make him hurt in other ways.”
“Maybe,” he said, leaning down to kiss me quickly.
“Just to be clear, you’re not mad, right?”
He smiled. “No, sweetness, I’m not mad. Truth be told, it solves a couple of problems.”
“Of course it does. I’m brilliant.”
Doc laughed. “Yeah, you are. But try not to make a habit of arguing with me publicly, huh?”
“I am not promisinganything,” I said.
He rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Have we been up here long enough for everyone to think you’ve given me an adequate dressing down?”
“Yeah, I think we can head back down.”
“Good, because I’m starving and Willow’s cooking.”
He kissed me again and then we headed back downstairs.
