He laughs, “You’re the most predictable motherfucker I know. You’re never late. Hell, you’re always early counting the seconds down on the rest of us. We’re not young bucks. You’re thirty-five years old and never once had an ol’ lady or anything close to it. You may not be Rex level hit it and quit it before Lux, but you damn sure are Raff and not one to be tied down.”
“Maybe I’m finally maturing. Seeing what domestication is like.”
With his full sleeve tattooed arms outstretched resting on the car, he studies me. “You fucked her.”
I shake my head. “Damn Miles can’t believe my ass is gonna say this shit. You talk too much!”
He never talks like this.
“Either it was the best lay of your lifetime or the worst. Josie’s got you off your game.” He calls me out and I don’t know if I want to punch him or laugh at him.
I begin adjusting the alignment to bolt the carburetor in place. “She matters,” I say keeping at my task.
“Figured that much when you claimed her. Just wondering if that is gonna stick and if you’re okay. Shit has to bring up stuff for you.”
I look up at him.
“Want to make sure you aren’t tryin’ to save her because you couldn’t save Destiny.”
And this is Miles, he cares and he gets right to the point of things.
“I wanna know you’re okay, Raff.”
I nod because I’m not going to lie to a brother. “I’m good. She’s different. She’s stronger than Destiny. She doesn’t want that kind of life. She sees that shit isn’t love.”
“What’s the plan?”
“Good damn question. I don’t fuckin’ know.” Josie isn’t some random broad. The feel is different, the interaction is different. Everything with her is next level.
“She onboard with seeing where things can go?”
Finishing tightening it down, I reply, “Yeah. I mean we’re not getting married next week, but she is open to a relationship.”
He smiles like a proud father, “happy looks good on you.”
I stand up smirking back, “everything looks good on me and nothing at all looks even better.”
We both laugh and get back to his project.
The smell of bacon fills the cab of my truck as I pull into our driveway. Instead of parking to my side, I pull in behind her SUV and park. Grabbing the bag of biscuits, I stroll up to her front door. Before I can knock, she opens the door letting me in.
It’s Saturday morning, she’s barefoot, wearing an oversized T-shirt that drapes over her entire body. Her hair still messy from our rendezvous last night after Justice went to sleep.
Seeing her like this makes me hard. I want to have her for breakfast.
“Did you forget something?”
I shake my head, “no, figured I worked up an appetite last night,” I wink, and she blushes, “thought you might be hungry too.”
“Dean, you’ve only been gone an hour. Justice just woke up.”
“Perfect timing then.” I raise the bag up as she smiles.
“You keep getting him out of eating breakfast casserole, he might like you even more if that can be possible.” She jokes and I sigh.
“It’s a hard job, but I am absolutely fine with being on escape the casserole duty.”
We both laugh as I make my way to the kitchen.
