“Whatever you want.” He pulled a shirt over his head. “I’m free.”
“Free all day?”
“Yep. You wanna look for a ring?” he asked.
“We can look for a ring?” I asked excitedly.
“Yeah. Unless you want me to talk to your dad first?” he countered.
I scoffed. “You’re funny.”
“I’m serious.”
“You want to talk to my dad? About what?” I frowned. “You’re not going to do something weird like ask for his blessing, or something, are you?”
Flash grinned. “Not until we’ve discussed the terms of your dowry of course.”
“Well, then what do you want to talk to him about?”
“We’ve had a tough few years, Tate, and your dad’s seen you hurt. I want to assure him that you’re in good hands with me. I respect him enough to do that.”
“Oh my god, you are the best person ever.”
“Just want to do the right thing.” He cocked his head. “Are you worried he might not give us his blessing?”
“My dad would never do that. If he did, I’d never speak to him again.”
Flash raised an eyebrow as he pulled on his jeans. “Never?”
I sighed. “Okay, no, I could never stop speaking to my parents. But I’d be both surprised and really pissed if he did.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He grinned. “But, yes, if you want to go look at rings, we can go look at rings.”
I clapped my hands and let out a quiet squeal.
“The sooner you get dressed, the sooner we can go.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I said, pulling my clothes on in record time.
We headed downstairs and found Hatch and Maisie in the kitchen making out, hard. I blushed, turning away, feeling like I was interrupting a private moment.
“Jesus, you two,” Flash ground out, wrapping an arm around me.
I chuckled, burying my head in his chest. “It’s nice to see people in love, honey. It’s all good.”
“If it’s so good, why are you hiding?” he challenged giving me a little squeeze.
“Oh, stop taking the mickey out of her,” Maisie teased. “It takes a minute to get used to this life. I wouldn’t kiss your dad in public for quite a while after we met.”
I turned my head to find Hatch grinning, his arm tight around his woman and his hand on her butt. They’d stopped tongue fucking, however, so I relaxed, and leaned against Flash.
“I just made coffee,” Maisie said. “There’s also eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Help yourself.”
“We’ve got a few errands—”
“There’s always time for bacon, Flash,” I countered, pulling away from him and heading toward the coffee urn.
“While you’re grabbin’ coffee, Tate, I’m gonna borrow my kid for a bit,” Hatch said, and I nodded.
