“Trust me,” I said as I walked over and slung my arm over her shoulder, “she can make you a mean drink without even having to look at the menu. And if you don’t believe me, she’s got awards on her service hung all over our place.”
Fangs studied her closely. “You know, Heist is almost done being rebuilt, and we could use someone with that kind of talent and reputation behind the bar.”
“Wait, really?” my sister asked.
Fangs looked over at me. “If it’s all right to offer it.”
I looked up at him, dumbfounded. “Since when did you ever ask for permission?”
“Since I had plans on asking you to marry me.”
My sister gasped, but his words did nothing but root me to my spot. “Wait, what?”
Had he just said what I thought he said?
“Look,” Fangs said, “we have a lot of positions to fill once we get these clubs up and running, and I would never put either of you in a situation that I felt was unsafe. However, I’d understand if you guys didn’t want jobs with us.”
I blinked. “Did you just say that you wanted to marry me?”
Fangs smiled softly as he gripped my chin. “I know you heard me.”
My sister patted his back. “If that’s the case, you and I have some serious talking to do. But count me in when you’re ready to start interviewing bartenders.”
My eyes danced between his. “Yeah, count us both in.”
“For which part?” he asked.
And as I stood to my tiptoes, I placed the sweetest, most effortless kiss against his lips
“All of it,” I whispered.
His breath hitched. “You two are adrenaline junkies, you know that?”
I kissed his lips again. “Takes one to know one.”
“Well, I’m heading out, if you two don’t mind,” Theresa said.
I waved her free. “See you tonight. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
“Oh, wait,” Fangs said as he ripped his gaze from mine and pointed over my shoulder.
“What’s up?” Tee asked as she stopped in the doorway.
“There’s a cut key for my place for you underneath the mat outside. Make sure you grab it,” he said.
His statement shocked me out of my trance. “Since when?”
He held me close. “Since I got tired of her banging down my door at eight in the morning to get you for breakfast.”
“What can I say?” Theresa asked. “I have a new lease on life. Don’t want to miss a second of it.”
“Well, now you can come and go without disturbing my slumber. I need my beauty rest.”
I laughed out of sheer glee before Fangs’s phone started going off, and I had heard enough of it for the past four months to know that Bender was calling.
“No rest for the wicked,” I said with a sigh.
