Page 100 of Legacy

I swallowed hard as Felicity leaned into me, laughing at something Keely said.

Was this a future? Did I want a future with Felicity? These were probably questions I should have asked myself before we went public. But then again, I craved her. I needed her.

Did I love her? I didn’t know if I wanted to think those words. Not yet. But I didn’t want to hurt her. And that counted for everything.

I pushed all thoughts of what others were doing outside my head and figured their attitudes and opinions didn’t matter. It only mattered what Felicity and I were doing. After all, I was going to have to be grilled tomorrow by her parents, and that made my mouth dry enough.

I’d have to tell Felicity about the truck, though, because I didn’t want her to worry. But if it was my father, and I knew it had to be, I didn’t want her to be scared or get hurt by the asshole.

But I’d protect her. No matter what. Even from my own family. Even from me.

“I’m going to go get you something to eat.”

“Okay. Will you get me another water?”

“Of course.” I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers once more, and went to get the group a few things to eat.

“So, you and Felicity?”

I looked over at Fiona and sighed. “You got a problem with that?”

“No. You guys are cute. Makes sense.”

I blinked, surprised. “I do not understand you, Fiona.”

“You’re not supposed to. I like the mysterious part. Just take care of her. She’s really nice, and you can be nice, but you are kind of an asshole.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “So are you, Fiona.”

“I really am, but I like it. Felicity’s all sweet and bubblegum, but she has that edge. She’s too young for you. But then again, I like older men, and that means you’re a little too young for me.” She winked. She grabbed her order, and I just shook my head, wondering who the hell that woman was. When she went over to an older man, both of them laughing with each other, I realized that maybe that’s what had happened. She’d found someone that could handle her. Because that someone sure as fuck wasn’t me.

A familiar man with a man bun glared at me, but I ignored him, figuring he probably just didn’t like the fact that I was apparently an old creeper with Felicity. But fuck him. She wanted me just like I wanted her. And I’d be with her.

Even though I had no idea what the hell I was doing.

I grabbed our orders and made my way back to the table. Everybody piled on the burgers and fries, and I pulled away the chicken sandwich as Finnian grabbed for it.

“Get your own chicken sandwich. This is Felicity’s.”

“Did she order it?” Finnian asked, his eyes dancing with laughter.

“No, but I know what she likes.”

“Yes, he does,” Felicity teased, her voice sultry.

“Babe. Don’t.”

“Baby?” Rune growled. “Stop. No pet names. No touching. No knowing exactly what she likes to eat without even asking.”

“Earlier she said she was craving a chicken sandwich. Just because I remembered, doesn’t make it’s magic.”

“Exactly. He listens.”

“I’m so confused,” Thatcher said with a laugh and pulled out his phone. “Hey, you have a second?”

I nodded, having a feeling I knew what this was about. I kissed the top of Felicity’s head, ignored the glares from others, even the well-meaning ones, and went over to Thatcher.

“What’s up?”