Chuckling, we went back to staring at our women. And that's exactly what Gypsy was. My woman.
“I’m happy for you, Prez, you deserve to be happy. Corinne would want you to be.”
I swallowed hard, almost choking on my beer. Corinne. How was it possible that I had forgotten her? I had been so happy, so caught up in Gypsy that I hadn’t even thought about my dead wife.
Guilt ripped a new wound in my chest.
Fuck.
“Don’t do that to yourself, Fang.” Hansel’s eyes narrowed from across the table. “Do not ruin this for yourself. Pope is right. Corinne would NOT want you alone forever and she would love Gypsy. She would approve of you finding someone who gave you shit when you needed it.”
Would she? I racked my brain. Corinne had been so sweet. Much too gentle for a man like me. Would she approve of my new woman?
I wanted to believe that she would, but at the same time, I couldn't help the guilt.
“Yeah,” I murmured non-committedly, my eyes on Gypsy as she served drinks. Her face was animated as she spoke to the brunette, Melanie, at the bar. My frown deepened.
When had the plastic bitch arrived? I hadn’t seen her come downstairs. And I didn’t like the way Gypsy was chatting to her like they were old friends.
What were they talking about over there?
Reminiscing about their lives in the city? Did Gypsy miss her old life? If she did, it was going to be hard to get her to stay with me.
“Gypsy,” I called, loud enough so she could hear me over the constant babble of male voices.
She raised her head instantly. A smile flashed across her face. “More drinks?”
I shook my head, my eyebrow arching, and crooked a finger at her.
Watching as she made her excuses, I found myself grinning. Melanie on the other hand looked like she had been sucking on a sour lemon as she watched Gypsy come towards me.
Without warning, I pulled my girl firmly on my lap.
I wanted everyone to see, but I particularly wanted Melanie to see so she got the hint.
Gypsy was mine.
If she thought she could come around and talk her into going home, then the stuck-up bitch was going to have a fight on her hands. I had already lost one woman, I sure as hell wasn’t giving Gypsy up.
“Hey, I’m meant to be working.”
Ignoring her, I bit her shoulder. “Not anymore, get someone else to cover. I miss you on my lap.”
“Fang, you can’t miss me when we are in the same room.”
“Wanna bet?” Pope laughed. “He hasn’t stopped watching you since we got here.”
A pinkish blush crept over her cheeks.
“What he said.” I lowered my voice, my lips brushing over her ear lobe. “Want me to prove it to you?”
The pink tinge to her face flamed scarlet.
“Fang, I’m at work and…”
I didn’t let her finish. I didn’t give a shit if she was at work or not. Once I had said the words, the thought was implanted in my mind. I had missed her. And I wanted her again. I needed to be inside of her again, and I couldn't wait until she closed the bar to do so.
With a booming laugh, I upended her over my shoulder.
