“I’m going on faith. So, promise.”
“Good.” I kiss her perfect little nose, and she scrunches it.
“If we have kids, I hope they have your eyes. You have the most beautiful blue eyes.”
Damon nods. “Yeah, your nose, my eyes. They’ll be knockouts.”
“Wouldn't that be something? Griller’s and the Bowman’s grandchild. They’ll be a damn handful.”
“Strong genes.” I beam, proudly.
“I think we should get up. I’m ready to go home and sleep in my own bed.” Liv sits up and stretches. Still naked, still enticing, still completely mine.
“Will I also be sleeping in said bed?” I slide closer to her, wrap my arms around her, and rest both of my hands on her bare breasts.
She peeks back at me. “If you’re a good boy.”
“Okay, it’s a deal. We’ll switch roles. I’ll be a good boy only if you’re a bad girl.” I sink my teeth into her like a vampire, and she squeals.
“Quit that.”
“I’m not doing a very good job of being good, huh?”
“I wasn’t expecting much.” Liv steals a kiss, then wiggles her way out of my arms.
We treat the morning as if it were any other, even though it’s not. But normalcy feels good. It feels grounding.
Liv returns from her room just after eleven thirty. We’re both showered and dressed and ready to conquer the world. Pony’s guys should be here shortly, and I want this exchange to go off without a hitch.
Here’s your money, goodbye.
“Nervous?” Liv places her hands on my chest and looks up at me lovingly.
“Yes, but you’re here, so that makes it easier.”
“I’ve always got your back.” Something on the desk next to us piques her interest. “You’re supposed to be wearing this.” She reaches for the little tile tracker she gave me when we first arrived.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, I need to know where you are at all times.” She clips it on the inside of my underwear with humor.
“Isn’t that a bit psycho-stalkerish girlfriend behavior?”
“No,” she disagrees. “It’s responsible girlfriend behavior. Until you are free and clear of Pony, I know where you are, every minute. It’s nonnegotiable.”
I roll my eyes. Ridiculousness. “Fine. Good boy behavior coming up.”
“I promise, the more well-behaved you are, the naughtier I’ll be,” she hums seductively in my ear, and I get hard instantly.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I grab her ass and threaten her.
“I’m the Bowman’s daughter. I know better than to make promises I can't follow through with.”
I can’t help but regard Liv with the respect she demands. She really is so much like him. I don’t even think she realizes it. Fiery, determined, and stubborn as an ox are the three attributes that come to mind first.
“Let’s get the money and be ready. It’s almost noon,” Liv is observant of the time.
I have zero objections.
