“I’ll get mine tonight.”
Something washed over her, she didn’t hide it, she gave itto him, all of it.
And then she gave him more, lifting her hand and running herfinger along his jaw in that sweet way she had, looking deep in his eyes, hersfilled with, well…
Fuck.
They were filled with everything.
“What’s happening here?”she whispered.
“A lot,” he stated the obvious.
She melted further into him.“Yeah.”
He grinned at her.“Good we got that understanding.”
“I like your family,” she said.
“They like you,” he replied.
And they did.
After the drama, the night did not go as he’d planned.
That being Dutch having Georgie to himself without Carlyleor Carolyn or anything taking their attention, and they’d take that time to getto know each other better.
It had gone to a different plan, with his ma finding outneither of them had dinner.
She’d then commandeered the kitchen, and her husband tohelp, and made him and Georgie food while Jag, Georgie and Dutch alternatelydrank beer and took shots of tequila (of which Jag had more, but that wasunderstandable).While they did this, Georgie and Dutch talked Jag down fromfeeling like a sucker for not reading the signs Carolyn was sending.
The night ended with the men doing the dishes and Georgie,Murtagh and Keely on the couch, the two non-felines in that scenario cacklingand talking in low voices.The feline just laid in Georgie’s lap, purring likehe was in hog heaven.
In other words, watching her with his brother, and hismother, Dutch got to know her better, and as with everything he was learningabout Georgie, it was beyond good.
It’d been late when they’d left and they did it becauseDutch, not to mention Hound, had noticed that Georgie looked tired and wastrying to hide yawns.
So Hound rounded everyone up and took them home, leavingJag’s truck because he wasn’t smashed, but he wasn’t good to drive himself.
And Dutch had wasted no time and gotten his girl to bed.
And now was now.
She shoved her face back into his throat and said, “I don’twant to leave this bed.”But before he could concur, she yanked her head backand spoke fast.“But I know wegottaget back on thecase.It’s just, you’ve got a great bed.”
He did have a great bed.
But it wasn’t his bed she didn’t want to leave.
He beat back his smile and spanned her cheek with his hand.“Baby, I know you’re not a selfish bitch.You’ve proved that repeatedly.Youdon’t have to keep reminding me of it.”
Dutch felt the heat against his palm even if he saw the rosebloom in the apple of her other cheek and she muttered, “Good.”
“And I don’twannaleave this bedeither.But mostly you in it with me.So how ’bout we make a deal?”
“A deal?”
“Today is Friday.We give Carlyle today.We got areservation tonight, that’s ours.”He grinned at her.“We’regonnaget busy after that, and I’mgonnaget mine.”
