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“I’ll call Eveque and be waiting for them.”
Patches located his joint and lighter in his boot pocket and pulled them out, firing it up and taking a long hit.
“What y’all do for this kinda thing?” Tegan asked.
He released his breath and handed it to her, getting a quick headshake. He chuckled and opened his phone, finding their codes. “It falls directly under the Bayou Bishop Marital Codes.”
“Oh! You have codes?”
“Lots of them. That one is under Ordinance 35--Marital Malevolence--Defined as crimes committed by creatures masquerading as a man in an unforgivable act of domestic tyranny. Enacted Penalties are immediate protective custody for the victim and depending on the severity and circumstances of the offense, the offender is subject to no less than five years imprisonment, with the possibility of life for the most egregious violations.”
He took another hit, holding it briefly then continued. “In addition, the offender provides restitution to the victim and performs community service as determined by the presiding judicial authority--Bullets in this case. Then the offense is entered into the permanent community records, ensuring long-term accountability.”
“Wow,” she said, sounding impressed.
“The real fun comes with Bullet's form of community service.”
“Like what?”
“Well...like one eye Jake. He still serves his wife and her new husband as a field hand. He provides food for his family with his own two hands. Her new husband is only required to meet the needs her husband forfeited as a husband. He'll serve his family that he wrecked till he draws his last breath.”
“Holy guacamole. And what he do?”
He raised his brows. “Committed adultery.”
He smiled at her huge eyes. “Now I'm definitely moving here.”
“Yeah? Where you gonna be staying?”
She gave him a big laugh and the sound made him fucking ravenous for her. “Oh, I don't know. Might set up me a swamp stop and live there.”
“I might apply for a job.”
She gave him another laugh. “Like what?” she challenged, curious.
He shrugged. “Some kind of… service.”
“Service, huh? What you sellin' swamp cowboy so I know if I'm buyin?”
“Not selling anything, Texas. I’m bartering.”
“Oh yeah? What you got like that?” she asked, as heat and everything else he craved filled her gaze.
He grinned at her. “Just all your wildest dreams come true.”
“Oh is that all?” she laughed, not hiding that thrill in her voice. “And what you wantin’ in return for all these miracles?”
He held her gaze, considering that. “Everything.”
He laughed at how much she liked that. “Just everything?”
“Yep.”
She sighed with a “Well,” and looked around. He reached for her hand and took it in his as she finally angled her sparkling gaze at him. “Funny how I just so happen to have one of those on the tippy top shelf in the back of storage.”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. “You been saving everything for me? Your swamp cowboy?”
“Yes,” she breathed, holding his face and kissing him back with a breathless laugh. “I saved everything for my swamp cowboy.”
