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“Really? Why?” She turns toward me with a shocked expression.
“Tina, I don’t know if you get this, but I’m serious about us. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’ve nut inside you about a dozen times without protection or the fact that I’ve said you’re mine a hundred times and you’ve said you’re mine as well, but I’m in it for the long haul.”
She blushes.
I cup her soft face, waiting for her to give me those pretty eyes. Once she looks up at me, I ask, “What’s wrong? Why don’t you want me to meet them?”
“They’re huge fans.”
Shrugging, I kiss her and release my hold. “Good. Then it’s going to be a lot easier when I ask your dad for your hand.”
“What?”
“I feel like this shouldn’t be a surprise, baby girl.”
“I didn’t think you’d ask them.”
“Tina, I want you to know that I’m serious. I love you. From the first moment I saw you, my heart felt like it was jumping out of my chest. My thoughts went straight to my brother Danny and how he felt about Sammie. It clicked for me, and I was like ‘this is what he meant.’ This is what it’s like to find the woman who fucking steals your soul.”
“I love you too. Please don’t break my heart.”
“Never. I’d do anything to make you happy, even let you go on a date with some asshole.”
“Ugh. Don’t remind me, and please don’t tell my parents.”
“Sweetheart. If it goes to trial, they will find out.”
“Oh my God. I forgot about that part.” She picks at her nails. I grip her hands, stopping her from fidgeting, and pull her in tight to me. Her sweet eyes look up to mine.
“It will be fine. Either way, I’ll be by your side. Now, get ready because we’re about to eat and then head out to your parents’.”
“I misjudged you.”
“I forgive you as long as you let me eat your pussy for the rest of our lives.”
“Well, if that’s the way I earn your forgiveness, I must pay my penance.”
“Let’s get moving so we can get back and have a wonderful evening of atonement, baby girl.” I kiss her lips and then drag her out of the apartment. Doc left me a vehicle to use, so I help her into the SUV.
The entire drive to her parents’, she’s nervous, as if there’s something bothering her. We pull up to a very nice home in the Dallas suburbs and into a four-car driveway.
We don’t even make it out of the vehicle when a large man comes out of the front door. He looks hard and gruff even in his suburban cardigan and khaki pants. “Dad,” Tina calls out.
“Sweetheart. It’s so good to see you. Your mother’s going to be so excited. Who is…whoa…you’re…”
“Dad, this is Mike Miller. Mike, this is my father, Dashel Turner.”
“Hello, Mr. Turner. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I stick out my hand and he shakes it, looking a bit stunned.
“What are you…”
His words stop in his mouth, so I just speak up. “Tina’s my girl.”
“What? And you didn’t tell me? Is this why you were so depressed at Christmas?”
I turn to Tina who looks mortified. “Baby girl, you missed me?” I ask, winking. “I missed you too.” Holding her close to my side, I squeeze her tight and place a kiss on the top of her hat covered head.
“Let’s not stand outside. Come on in; your mom will be thrilled.” I take Tina’s hand and follow her father into the house.
