Therefore, I grinned. “What was your malfunction that caused you to walk into our clubhouse for the first time yesterday and not when you were at least twenty-one. That way, we’d already be married with a kid on the way.”
She went still in front of me.
I grinned.
“Grey,” she said softly.
I chuckled, “Okay, I’ll stop. So, plans. I got nothing to do today, so how about we go to town, get you some things, and you chill here with me, and I’ll even let you cook dinner.”
I knew she was biting her bottom lip; I just fucking knew it; therefore, I said, “Quit biting.”
She giggled. Then she said, “And if I can’t cook?”
“Then I’ll cook,” I said.
“I can cook,” she shared.
Forty-five minutes later, I was parking my truck outside of Target.
I glanced over at her and said, “Wait for me.”
She smiled and nodded.
I climbed out of my truck, closed the door, and then rounded the hood.
I opened her door and held out my hand to her.
She smiled as she placed her smaller hand in mine and climbed down from the truck.
“Wherever we go, you wait for me. Okay?” I said.
She nodded, “Care to share why?”
“’Cause I gotta make sure it’s safe for you to leave the safety of the vehicle.”
I watched.
Mesmerized.
Those pale blue eyes of hers swirled with emotion.
And I would have given anything to ask her what that was.
But then I watched as a tear trailed down her cheek, I brought my thumb up and wiped it away. “You, okay?”
She smiled, “Just really wanting to be pinched right now to ensure I’m not dreaming.”
I chuckled, “Do you bruise easily?” I asked.
She winced, “Unfortunately.”
I nodded, “Then you’ll just have to settle for me telling you that you're not dreaming.”
An older woman walked by and said, “You don’t lose that one, sugar.”
Kimber glanced up at me.
I could see her thoughts spinning in those light blue eyes of hers.
