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“Sure thing, Grandma!” he promised.
The front door closed behind my wife, and she walked over to lean against me as we both watched our grandson through the window. “It’s supposed to pour tonight,” she said with venomous glee as we saw Mrs. Cain’s curtains flutter. “Ah, and she just planted those petunias. So sad.”
“Mari, you’re sexy as fuck when you’re being evil.” I kissed the top of her head. “I love it.”
“No one messes with my baby and gets away with it. What does Elizabeth call me?” Her nose scrunched up, reminding me of our granddaughter when she made that exact same face. “Oh yeah. The Karma Fairy.”
“Whatever it is, it makes me want to bend you over that kitchen table and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“Shush you,” she said, playfully slapping at my chest. “Besides, we can’t do that until Raiden goes home.”
Bending, I touched my lips to the shell of her ear, causing my beautiful wife to shiver deliciously. “It’s a date. Tomorrow night.”
Her giggles were all the answer I needed as I set down my empty mug and went to help my grandson dig the trench a little bit deeper, making sure Mrs. Cain’s petunias met a quick death once it started raining.
~The End~
Book 5
Chapter 1
Trinity
“Do you have a list for everything?” Banks asked from the back seat, sounding bored. Having spent the last two months on tour with three rockers and all the shenanigans that came with them—especially when it came to Cannon and Piper—returning home with only a week to go before school began again most likely seemed boring as hell to him.
Of course, he’d also spent the last four hours with no one but his dad and me to talk to as we’d driven from the final concert venue of the summer tour. He’d played on his phone for a while, put his earbuds in and listened to some music, but then lost interest in that and started annoying his dad. That had begun about a third of the way into the drive, and I’d decided that getting lost in the endless cycle of work and to-do lists was a safer bet than paying too much attention to Banks throwing barbs at his dad and Jarrett becoming increasingly agitated with each mile closer to home.
“You wound me,” I teased, typing away on my current to-do list. “It’s like you don’t even know me.”
“What’s this one for?” He leaned forward between the passenger’s and driver’s seats, his head almost leaning on my shoulder as he tried to read what I was typing.
Lowering my phone, I turned to give him the glower that I’d learned quickly got him to move his ass when he was being particularly stubborn. “Seat belt, mister.”
“I’m wider than the space between these two seats,” he argued, proving his point by bumping his shoulders against the back of each seat. “Even if Dad did slam on the brakes, I wouldn’t go through the windshield.”
“Banks. Seat belt.” When he just sat there looking at me without blinking, I used the tone that always made him crumple. “Please, Banks. If anything happened to you, I would be lost. Even if you didn’t get tossed through the windshield, you could be seriously injured, and I love you too much to want to see that.”
His handsome face, a much younger replica of his father’s, softened, and he dropped back against the seat before carefully fastening himself in. “There. All strapped in.”
I gave him my sweetest smile. “Thank you.”
“So what’s the current list got on it?” He was back on the to-do list, and I shrugged.
“I’m categorizing everything in my apartment that I plan to keep, donate, or leave behind.”
His brow furrowed at the same time I sensed Jarrett tensing in the driver’s seat. “Why would you leave anything behind? Will it make the resale value increase or something?”
“Who said I was selling my apartment?” I asked with raised brows. “Just because I’m moving in with you guys doesn’t mean I’m going to put my place on the market.”
“Why the fuck not?” Jarrett demanded as he braked for a red light. He shifted, putting his arm across the back of my seat, and leaned forward. I could feel the heat of his breath on my cheek and had to press my thighs together to keep from squirming. Damn it, the ban on sex I’d put on our relationship early into the tour was still in effect, and I planned on keeping it that way until we were married. But he did his best to make it hard for me every chance he got. “Your home is with us now. The apartment isn’t necessary.”
“I bought that apartment with my own money. No one helped me. It’s mine, and I’m not selling it just because I’m getting married.” He opened his mouth to argue with me, but I cut him off. “The light is green.”
With a muttered curse, he eased on the gas and drove for another block before speaking again. “Are you keeping the apartment as a backup?” he demanded, causing his son to suck in a deep breath. The sound hurt my heart, but I slowly, noiselessly inhaled to ease the pain. “Are you anticipating leaving me?”
“No, dumbass,” I snapped, irritated with his interrogation. “I’m keeping it for Madalyn.”
“What?” he half shouted, but the relief on his face was so apparent that I couldn’t really stay upset with him and his stupidity.
