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“Found some in the pantry,” Payton chimes in from across the kitchen, green can in hand. “If you don’t mind drinking it on ice.”
“That’d be great, thanks,” Val replies.
I rub my hand up and down her spine. “You need something else, too? Pills or something?” I offer, though I’m not sure what you take for a stomachache.
My wife looks up at me, biting her lip and shaking her head.
“Just let me know,” I tell her before I press a kiss to the top of her head.
Savannah is standing across from us, grinning.
“What?” Val asks.
“Nothing. Just enjoying how cute you two are together.”
“Oh my god, shut up.” Val shakes her head.
“Will not.” Savannah takes the glass of wine Payton hands her. “And if you don’t want to talk about him calling youAngel, then let’s talk about those tattoos.”
Val crosses her arms, and my urge to smile withers a little. I’m not sure I want to talk about that either.
I chance a look at King and find his narrowed eyes on me.
Pretty sure telling them I drugged Valentine and tattooed her against her will is not going to end well for me.
The sound of a vehicle pulling up to the house breaks our stare off.
“Who—” King starts, but I cut him off.
“It’s for me.” I step away from the island and stride toward the door.
Of course, King and Nero follow.
I open the front door, and we wait as Rob climbs out of the SUV.
“Who’s that?” Nero asks as he tries to slip his hand into my pocket to grab my brass knuckles.
I knock his hand away. “Rob, my second. Now quit trying to grab my nuts.”
King gives us a look.
When neither of them steps back, I’m forced to be the one to move if I want to let Rob into the house. But then Nero and King slide so they’re shoulder to shoulder, blocking Rob anyway.
I sigh. “Would you just let him in?”
“You’re not staying,” King tells Rob.
Rob gives him a bored look. “Not planning on it.”
“What’s in your pockets?” Nero asks him.
“Get your own fucking brass knuckles, man.” I shake my head. “They aren’t that hard to find.”
Nero, god of the underworld, frowns in disappointment before he finally moves.
Rob lifts a brow at me in awhat the fucksort of way. And I shake my head in athese two are fucking weirdway.
It’s not really necessary for Rob to come inside, but it’s cold out. And I want to prove a point.
