“Reading in bed with my woman,” he murmured. “Normal people shit.”
“Yes.”
“Gypsy and Rocco probably don’t read in bed together.”
“No,” I said sadly.
His cell went again.
He nabbed it again.
And it was Mace again.
You have an army of brothers.
Totally a good guy.
Knox sat with that, and he did it for a very long time.
I kept rubbing his back while he did.
Finally, his thumbs moved.
I know, Knox replied. Appreciate you.
The three dots came up immediately, and then, You need anything, I’m here.
Knox dropped a thumbs up on that and put his phone down.
He then dropped a tot on the floor, purposefully.
Jacques snarfed it up.
“He’s right, you know. You have a huge-ass family,” I said.
Knox turned his head to me, leaned in, pressed a kiss on my lips and went back to his dinner.
That meant my message was received.
I stuck close to my guy as he finished eating.
He cleaned up after himself.
We got ready for bed, got into bed, Jacques jumped up with us, and Knox curled me close, holding his iPad in his free hand while I balanced my Kindle on his ribcage.
We didn’t have sex after.
Because, I learned, sometimes you just need your man, your dog, your bed and a book.
But more, sometimes that was what he needed.
And it felt like everything giving it to him.
TWENTY-FIVE
OUT OF THIS WORLD
My alarm went off, serenading us with a piece from the score of Gladiator.
