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I started to laugh, quickly turning that shit into a cough when she frowned.
“He’ll be around,” I replied casually.
If she wanted to paint Bryce as her rescuer, I was cool with that, though he and I both knew he was doing exactly what Rome had told him to do.
Before long I was pulling around the circular drive and cutting the engine.
“You good?” I asked her, asking myself the same question.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.
I swear she braced herself as if preparing for my rejection. I felt like a dick for how I’d been going about things.
She needed to know I planned on worshipping the fuckin ground she walked on.
“I fucked up by letting you go once, Blue. Don’t ask me to do it again, I won’t. And if you ever try to leave me, I have no issue chaining your ass to my bed. After I tattoo my name on it.”
She shut her eyes for a minute and nodded. When she looked over at me, there was a soft smile on her face. “Then I’ll be fine, as long you’re with me.”
Damn.
Too fuckin sweet.
Did I hand this girl my balls now or later?
Annie sighed in the backseat, reminding us her crazy lil ass was still present.
“Come on then,” I said, opening my door.
I went around to Blue’s side and helped her out, pushing the seat forward for Annie.
I could feel her palm sweating and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.
“There’s not shit to be nervous about, pretty girl,” I reassured her as we approached the front door.
I didn’t tell her I was just as nervous as she was. I’d never cared before but Blue was mine; she needed to be comfortable here.
I stood there, hoping my family of psychos didn’t send her ass right back out the door.
Chapter Twenty
BLUE
I hadn’t been expecting everyone to be in the living room.
We walked in and all conversation ceased.
There wasn’t a pair of eyes that didn’t land on us. I could only imagine what the three of us looked like standing there together.
A redheaded heathen, a girl with blue hair, and a kid with a shotgun.
“They’re back!” Calista broke the ice, smiling at us from beside Romero.
I smiled back at her, feeling oddly relieved. The last time I’d seen her, she was pregnant. Now she was right back to the size she was before, looking more ridiculously youthful than she had already.
“Annie,” she greeted with a smirk that freakishly matched the one Romero was now sporting.
“Aunt C. Uncle Rome,” Annie smirked back. When her eyes landed on the baby in Arlen’s arms, an actual smile blossomed on her face and she walked right into the fray.
