“The broken one they think they can fix,” Auggie added.
“Better that than the lost puppy,” Mag fired at Auggie.
“That’s me,” he said through a grin.“All ready to go to agood home.Happy just to be fed and watered.But I’ll perform for treats.”
I looked to Mo.“How do you put up with this shit?”
“It’s a lot easier to tune out when I got a beer in my handand some game is on TV,” he replied.
I’d bet.
“What are you all doing here anyway?”I asked the boys.
“Moral support,” Axl said.
“Preparing you for the Morrison women onslaught,” Boone saidat the same time.
Onslaught?
There was going to be an onslaught?
Every fiber of my body grew tight.
“Jesus Christ, when are you motherfuckersgonnastop being scared of my sisters?”Mo demanded toknow.
Scared?
These badass commandos werescaredof Mo’s sisters?
“When they stopbein’ scary,” Magpointed out.
“You get, Mag, that they’re only scary because they’vefigured out your shit,” Mo returned.
“Yeah.There you go.Fuckin’terrifying,” Magreplied.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod,” I chanted.
Here I was again.
Nervous!
I’d met boyfriends’ families.And okay, if I cared aboutthem, I got nervous.
But not like this.
No other way to say it.
I was a wreck.
“I’mgonnakill everymotherfucking one of you,” Mo threatened, sounding like he’d do it.
After he did, I felt his fingers curl around my chin and heused them to pull my head around and tip it back.
I blinked up at him.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he urged gently.
“I am,” I choked out nervously.
