Page 187 of Property of Bob

Ramona slowly turned around. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then you’re doing a terrible job with whatever this is.”

I laughed and held out my hand. “Come here.”

She walked over and slipped her hand into mine. I pulled her between my legs and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I’ve been thinking.”

She smiled and rested her hands on my shoulders. “I’m listening.”

“I didn’t know I was missing anything before you showed up,” I admitted. “I had the club. Had my life. I was good.”

“Okay.”

“But I think that’s how it works sometimes. You don’t know you’re missing something until you find it.” I looked up at her. “Then you know you got it.”

Her face softened. “And you got me?”

“Yeah, doll. I got you.”

She slid her fingers into the hair at the back of my head. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Your RV says otherwise.”

“My RV isn’t going anywhere either.”

“Then what the hell are you keeping it for?”

She smiled. “Because I like my RV.”

I tightened my arms around her. “You gonna take off in it?”

“Maybe.”

I frowned.

Ramona laughed. “Relax. If that RV leaves Skull Island, you’re going to be sitting in the passenger seat.”

“I’m driving.”

“Absolutely not,” she protested. “That is my baby, and I will be behind the wheel.”

“It’s your shitty driving that killed it in the first place.”

“My driving did not kill my RV.”

“Pretty sure it did.”

She shoved at my shoulder, but I pulled her closer until she was standing between my legs again. “Fine,” I said. “You drive.”

“Thank you.”

“But I’m coming with you.”

Her smile softened. “That’s the plan.”

That was all I needed.