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He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “So what you’re saying is you could kick my ass anytime you wanted to?”
“Yeah. Not to mention the number of guns hidden in this house.”
“Where?” he asks, glancing around him and I grin.
“Oh, I’m not telling you that but I will say, right now you’re sitting no more than thirty feet from two.”
His eyes narrow on me and I finally see it sinking in. He finally understands what I’ve been talking about this whole time with the questions about my mom. “And how close are you to a gun?”
Grinning, I reach into the hidden cubby next to me and pull out the 1911, showing it to him before slipping it back into hiding.
“Jesus.”
I laugh as he shakes his head. “See, baby? The Taser wasn’t that bad at all.”
“You’re terrifying,” he whispers, standing up and stalking over to me. “And gorgeous, magnificent, enchanting, and so many other big words that I can’t think of right now because all I can think about is kissing you.”
I grin as he lowers his lips to mine and the moment we connect, I sigh, feeling more at home than I ever have anywhere else. This is the kind of feeling that I could get used to, lose myself in, and despite what my mind is telling me, it doesn’t scare me. Lincoln is quickly becoming my everything.
A knock at the door has us pulling apart and I’m reaching for the gun behind me when he stops me.
“It’s Storm and Chance and their old ladies.”
I scowl. “Why?”
“Because you wanted to play board games and these guys are my family.”
“Oh,” I whisper, a smile creeping across my face as I drop my hand. “Okay.”
He plants a kiss on my forehead before going into the living room and opening the door.
“Thanks for coming, y’all,” he says, holding the door open as I creep out of the kitchen, suddenly nervous. These people are important to Lincoln and I’ve never been all that good with first impressions. I just hope I don’t make a total ass out of myself.
“You must be Tate,” someone says as a gorgeous blonde walks over to me and wraps me up in a hug. I meet Lincoln’s eyes across the room and beg for mercy as I hug her back.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Well, I’m Ali,” she says, taking a step back as a man with dark hair and piercing gray eyes wraps his arm around her, “And this grumpy bastard is Logan. Or Storm, whichever works. I’m so happy to meet you.”
I force a smile to my face. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”
“He didn’t tell you we were coming, did he?” the other blonde asks as the man at her side smirks.
“Uh, no.”
“Jesus, Kodiak,” Ali groans. “You can’t just spring things like this on a girl. Fucking cavemen, all of you.”
I laugh and she flashes me a smile as the other blonde steps forward and holds out her hand. “I’m Carly and this is Chance.”
“It’s really nice to meet you guys.”
“So,” Chance says, clapping his hands. “What are we playing?”
“Strip poker?” Lincoln asks, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Not a fucking chance,” Storm growls and I laugh as Lincoln steps up beside me and wraps his arm around my waist.
“Let me go grab the games.” I walk into the hallway and Lincoln follows behind me.
