Then again, he’d had his first full night’s sleep in years(albeit interrupted by some great head and an even better fuck), so maybe hehadn’t been on his game.
And he hadn’t yet met Lottie and cottoned on to what hemight be missing.
No, what he could earn.
No.
What he deserved.
“Dude,” Lottie said as she wandered back into the open-planspace, “next time I revamp something at my house, you’re decorating it.”
“Woman named Bobbi did it,” he told her, and watched her ashe did.
“Another ex?”she asked, entirely unconcerned, and coming tostand at the corner of the island next to him.
“A woman in a furniture store who’d just registered for herwedding.Gave her a clean slate.”He tipped his head to the space.“She filledit.”
“First, I’m in fits of glee you know what registering is,”she began.“Second, you probably made her year, and since she was gettingmarried, that says something.”
Through his smile he replied, “First, I have three marriedsisters.I know what seating charts and cake tastings are too.”
She smiled back at him, huge.
“Second, Josh, Bobbi’s husband, thanked me at the wedding,seein’ as she took care of my place, she wouldn’t feel theneed to do theirs all in one go.”
“The gift of your all-around awesomeness just keeps ongiving,” she returned.
At that, he bent and pressed a kiss to her mouth.
Then he went to his mail.
Flipping through it, he asked, “You down with me gettingonline for a few minutes so I can pay some bills?”
“I’ve got until next Tuesday,” she murmured, drifting towardthe living room area.
When Smithie heard about her meltdown (this he got fromJet), he’d called Lottie to tell her he didn’t want to see her until her firstset next Tuesday.
Mo had to go in the next day, but he figured Hawk wouldn’tput him on an assignment that would jam up his weekend because Hawk didn’t dothat shit.He’d been on duty twenty-four seven for a week.Hawk would give himhis weekend or if he didn’t, he’d lay light duty on him.
Next week, though, Mo would be fair game.
Which, with Lottie in his life, would suck.
But they had that day, all of it.And they’d gotten theworst part out of the way, going to see Mitch and Slim at the station afterthey’d had breakfast and showered.
Now it was just Mo and his girl.
“Gonnagrab my laptop,” he said toLottie, watching her stretch out on his couch, her eyes to his view.“Want adrink?”
“No, Mo.I’m good.”
He got his laptop from his room, brought it to the islandand booted it up as he ripped open envelopes.
“So, sisters, mom, registries, cake tastings, nieces andnephews,” she started, and Mo again looked at her to see her gaze still aimedat his view.“What about your dad?”
Shit, fuck.
He didn’t want to get into that now.
