“Hey, don’t mind me asking, Splice, but is your old lady doing a witch’s chant?”
Splice nearly choked on the soda. He turned with a chuckle.
“She’s singing in Japanese.”
Mouse’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Japanese? Okay, follow-up question. Why the fuck is Lisa singing in Japanese?”
“You know she’s a linguist?”
“Yeah. Heard her loads of times talking all that oh-la-la French with Primo.”
“She has about forty-eight different languages in her head, and she has to keep them all fresh. So she uses songs to do that. Keep listening; she’ll switch languages with the next song.”
Yep, when the music in her studio switched to a cheerful tune, he tilted his head and tried to figure out which language it was in. Splice was getting good at figuring them out.
“That’s Korean, I think.”
Mouse chuckled. “How the fuck do you know that?”
With no macho ego where Lisa was concerned, he wouldn’t mind telling his brothers that he sometimes liked to paint her toenails, even drying her hair after a shower. He’d stroll around one of those candle stores if that were what tickled Lisa’s fancy. He danced in the snow with her and took long walks, just holding hands and talking. He especially loved cooking nice food for his woman.
A full year together and being obsessed with Lisa hadn’t waned. He couldn’t see a day when it would.
He’d figured it out pretty early on. Being in love meant making her happy, and that made him happy.
And his Lisa was so ridiculously easy to make happy.
If he came home with her favorite wine or a box of berries, she would attack him with smiles and kisses.
So he shared how he knew.
“Lisa enjoys watching Asian and Turkish dramas, and I end up watching with her. Now I can recognize the different languages. I don’t understand a word, though,” he smirked.
She came out of her woman-cave, as Lisa was calling it, and waved to him. Splice’s stomach muscles clenched seeing that smile on her stunning face. He jutted his chin back, his eyes glued to her tight ass in the jean shorts as she carried on singing.
“It sounds like she’s cursing someone.”
“Could be.” He said proudly.
“I like it,” Mouse said. “She’s great.”
Arching an eyebrow, Splice wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t get too comfortable complimenting my old lady.”
“You jealous fucker.” Laughed Mouse, whacking his shoulder. “I don’t have romantic inclinations toward your woman, Splice. You remember who I’m dating, yeah?Healso would be pissed if I looked at your girl. Lisa, sweet as a button, has very little dick for my interests.”
Approaching them, Lisa must have heard, because without missing a step, she said, “Hey, don’t discuss my small dick. It satisfies Ryan just fine.”
Splice nearly choked with laughter as he opened an arm for Lisa to walk into him. Immediately, he got her situated against his ribs, and being her favorite pervert, Splice palmed her ass for a little feel.
“You always give it to me good, sweetheart.”
“I do, don’t I? Don’t diss micro-willies, Mouse; that’s prejudiced.”
“You two are crazy,” smirked Mouse.
Lisa grinned and got up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Splice’s chin, then she was off again into the home office.
“You should get her singing with Bash at the next club cookout.”
