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“Family breakfast, huh? That sounds…intense.”
“Not at all. Half the time it’s brothers clowning around and our president threatening to throttle them.”
Say yes, firecracker. Say yes.
“Yes. I’d like that.”
“Good.” I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her in the air. “I’m a very happy man now.”
She touches her fingertips to my cheek. “Good.” She traces a line between my eyes and across my forehead. “As sexy as I think you are when you’re scowling, I love seeing you smile.”
Her voice, so low, sweet, and sincere punches a hole through my chest.
I love her. That’s what this is.
I set her on her feet. “I only do it for you.”
“Good. You’re much too handsome to flash that smile at anyone else but me.”
Jesus, she makes me laugh. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“All right.” She takes a step back. “You better get going. If it’s something important, your club’s going to be mad you didn’t get there sooner.”
* * *
“This better be good,”I grumble at Wrath when I walk into the clubhouse.
“Nice of you to show up,” Wrath answers in his deep, pissed-off rumble. Arms crossed over his chest, he pushes away from the wall next to the war room. “This is your party, motherfucker.”
My party?“What the fuck does that mean?”
“We waitin’ for Downstate?” Ravage asks as he paces in front of the bar.
“No,” Murphy answers, “This is strictly an Upstate matter. Rock didn’t want to wait around for them to get up here. If we need to, we’ll fill Z in on Saturday.”
Murphy’s over on the corner sectional with Heidi and their girls. My gaze travels to the other couch where Charlotte’s stretched out with her feet resting in Teller’s lap.
“You all right, Charlotte?” I ask.
She slowly turns her head and rubs her hand over her very pregnant stomach. “I’m sprawled out on the clubhouse couch in the middle of the afternoon in front of everyone.” She wildly waves one hand toward Ravage and Stash. “These babies have stolen the last shreds of my dignity. No. I am not okay, Dex.”
Yikes. Kinda wish I hadn’t asked, now.
Heidi presses her fist to her mouth. Laughter that she tries to disguise with a discrete cough spills out. “You have no idea how much more dignity you’re going to lose when those babies come shooting out of you.”
“You, be quiet.” Charlotte points a finger at her sister-in-law. “Keep your horror stories to yourself.”
“I’m trying to help!”
“Go help elsewhere, little sister,” Teller says.
“Charlotte, you look more radiant than ever,” Ravage says.
Teller narrows his eyes, waiting for Rav’s inevitable punchline.
“But,” Rav continues.
Here it comes.
