“No, it isn’t. You should have just let me hit him again. Now you’re in even more pain, and your grandmother is going to be mad at me.”
“Emilia will be just fine.”
“You'd better come home with me so that I can get you re-bandaged.”
That’s the best invitation I’ve had in a long time.
We walk out of the office together. Only stopping because the owner arrived.
“What happened here?” He gapes at Angel on the ground in a bloody heap behind us.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing happened here. And it better not happen again. Because if I hear that you employ any more child molesters, I’ll be back for a conversation with you.”
He nods. “I see. You’re right. Nothing happened here. It was nice of you and your friend to visit the office. Have a nice day.”
That’s what I’m hoping for. A very nice afternoon. Followed by a nice evening filled with kissing and cuddling.
A man can dream, right? “Let’s go home.”
Stop Lying
Max
Walking into Fiona’s apartment this time feels vastly different. Before, I was trying to figure out why she was with another man. Now…now she’s going to admit she’s mine.
That’s a heady feeling.
“I’ll be right back.” Fiona heads down the hallway to grab the basket she uses for medical supplies.
That basket gives me really bad vibes. She’s way too comfortable with wound care. Most people have a few bandages and some ointment. They don’t have a twenty-pound basket full of enough wraps for someone who has wounds across their entire body.
We’re going to have to have a conversation about that very soon. But first we’ll make it official, date for six months, get engaged—a wedding can take six months to a year to plan. That won’t work. There’s no way I’m waiting for a year to marry Fiona. We’ll date for three months, and Mom and Nonna can figure out how to get the wedding planned in two months. You can make anything happen with enough money thrown at it.
Fiona walks out and smiles at me.
Maybe we should elope.
Nonna might kill me if we did that, but a short engagement is all she gets. Or maybe we do it like Vex and Dahlia—get married spontaneously at a family event and then have a huge wedding later.
I like that idea.
Dash…I need to make arrangements for his adoption right away before they try giving him to another family.
“You need to be more careful with these.” Fiona lifts one of my hands into hers, carefully unwinding the bandages wrapped around it. “If you broke them, it would make coding pretty hard.”
Yeah, it would. “They’re fine. I heal fast.”
Fiona doesn’t look convinced.
Though with the amount of swelling and bruising, I shouldn’t be either.
You’re wasting a prime opportunity to get things settled. “Fiona, we need to talk.”
“About what?” She doesn’t look up from gently dabbing my knuckles.
“How about we talk about you and Canyon dating?”
Her hand shakes. “Um…there’s nothing to…um…talk about.”
