And Marcus was put on this earth to do one thing and do itwell.
To help her to get to that, if the need arose, and then beat her side when she did it.
Two and a half months after thatmorning…
The door opened and Ren, sitting in a chairin front of Marcus’s desk, turned his head to it.
He went still at what he saw.
Marcus looked that way.
And he went solid.
A second later, he forced himself to stand.
So did Ren.
“Hey, Ren,” Daisy said and she walked in.
“Daisy,” Ren replied.“You okay?”
Marcus was rounding his desk.
“Uh, yeah.Can I…sorry to interrupt.But can I have a secondwith my husband?”she asked, moving into the room.
“Of course,” Ren murmured.
Marcus vaguely felt his partner’s gaze, but only vaguely.
His focus was on his wife.
He had his hands spanning her waist, heard the door closeafter Ren, and instantly asked, “Which Rock Chick?”
“Pardon?”
He stared at her face and repeated, “Which Rock Chick?”
Her brows drew together, her head (and mess of hair) tippedto the side, and she asked, “What’re youtalkin’about, sugar?”
“You look…” He shook his head.“I don’t know how you look.”
And he didn’t.
Even with all the shenanigans of the Rock Chicks, Daisy hadnever looked like this.
And those shenanigans had all ended, even if Daisy now spenther days being PA to Ally Zano in her private investigations business.Abusiness that was situated right across the hall from Marcus and Ren’s so themen could (unobtrusively) keep an eye on their women.
“I don’t know how I look either.”
With the stunned expression etched in her face, he lostpatience and growled, “What’s going on?”
“Marcus,” she said, but that was all she said.
“Daisy,” he clipped out.
She put her hands to his chest and looked into his eyes.
“I just got back from the doctor.”
