Destroy For Her - R.B. Hilliard Page 0,56
trust that you’ll have my back because I’ll always have yours.”
And there it was. He knew what she’d been doing, probably before she did. “I know you’re not Gibbs. I got scared, and I wasn’t being fair. I’m sorry. I can’t promise it won’t happen again, but I promise to talk to you about it if it does.”
He gave her a kiss. “That works for me.”
That went well. Now for the next hurdle. “There’s one more thing. I—I’d really like to go back to work.” She nervously bit her lip and waited for him to say no.
Instead of a no, she got a smile. “That’s good because we bought you a salon.”
Her jaw hit the floor with an imaginary thud. “What did you say?”
“Damn, you’re cute.”
She shoved him onto his back and straddled his lap. “Tell me what you just said.”
“Or what?” he challenged.
Or this. She dug her hand into his armpits and began tickling him. Deep, rich laughter spilled from his mouth, and she couldn’t help but giggle. She loved making him laugh. Then again, she loved everything about him, including his stubbornness. As he yanked her to his chest and sealed his mouth to hers, her laughter melted into a groan.
Pulling back from his wandering lips, she whispered, “You bought me a salon?”
“The club did.”
“Why?”
“Because we believe in you. Plus, we’re looking for good, legitimate investments.”
Her heart soared. Petal, Alex, her own salon—it was everything she’d ever wanted. “I love you, Alex Easton.”
“You better because you’re stuck with me.” He winked and she kissed him. Then, they got down to business.
The next week was crazy busy. Sage finally got to see the house. It was fabulous. Instead of brick, like she’d envisioned, it was made of Austin stone. Upstairs was huge with three bedrooms, two baths, and a bonus room. Of course, Petal picked the biggest. Alex told her the bonus room could be her playroom as long as she kept it clean. Downstairs had a huge open floor plan with a large living room, a decent-sized dining room, a large but slightly outdated kitchen, a very masculine master bedroom, a master bath that was to die for, two enormous master closets, and a small study that could maybe someday be used as a nursery.
While Montana watched Petal, Alex drove her to the storage unit, where she spent hours deciding what to keep and what to throw away. As he wanted to give them a fresh start, most of it ended up in the throwaway pile.
“I’m not a huge fan of pink,” he told her on the drive back to the house.
“Are you sure we’re not moving too fast?” She didn’t want to rush him.
His hand found hers, and her stomach fluttered when he brought it to his mouth for a kiss. “No, babe. If anything, we’re five years too slow.” Tears sprang to her eyes. “Can I ask a favor, though? Can you pick someone other than LuLu to help you decorate?”
Tears turned to humor as laughter burst from her lips. “I think I can do that.”
On Wednesday, while the kids were in school, Lucy and Reyn picked her up at the house, and they carpooled to the mall to buy dresses for the wedding. After trying on what felt like hundreds, she found the perfect one. It was ruby red, off the shoulder, and fit her like a glove. Lucy decided on a gorgeous emerald green dress that accentuated her figure, especially her giant boobs. Reyn didn’t like anything she tried on and was quite cranky about it. After two hours of listening to her gripe about everything under the sun, Lucy finally lost her cool and asked what had crawled up her ass.
To their shock, Reyn answered, “A baby,” and burst into tears.
This, of course, led them to a restaurant down the street. After Reyn ordered enough food for an army, she explained that—after being shot in the gut and all of the issues it had caused—she couldn’t have kids.
Needing clarification, Sage asked, “Did the doctors say you couldn’t get pregnant or that you wouldn’t be able to carry to term?”
“That I couldn’t get pregnant. I had one ovary removed, and the other was supposedly damaged.”
Lucy saw where Sage was going, and said, “But your uterus is okay?”
Reyn moaned. “God, this dip is good. My uterus had some scarring, but they weren’t worried about it because the likelihood that I could have kids was slim to none.”
Sage took a bite of dip. Reyn was right,