“Another layer, I lay my shit out, all of it, it’s ugly and she ends that by bein’ cute.”
“Shut up.”
“And bossy.”
“Shut up.”
“Bossy and a cry baby.”
“Shut up!” I snapped then finished, “And kiss me, for goodness sakes.”
His lips dropped to mine where he said, “That, baby, you be bossy and that I’ll do.”
Then Tack slanted his head and did it.
Hard, wet, wild and thorough.
When he lifted his head, I was dazed, I was happy, later was over, my man loved me, I had it all and Tack said, “Now you can have coffee.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Toothache
Tack and I were sitting out on his deck in the Colorado sun, feet on the railing, sipping coffee and waiting for the kids to wake up so Tack could make breakfast.
We were both silent.
I didn’t know what Tack was thinking.
I was running through all the available scenarios, knowing the players involved, of how the meeting of my parents and Tack would go.
I was coming up with none that didn’t involve mayhem, gunplay or me getting disowned even though I was an only child when Tack asked, “How attached are you to your house, babe?”
My head turned in his direction and I saw him calmly sipping coffee and staring at his fantastic view.
“Pardon?”
He dropped his mug and turned his head to me.
“Your house,” he stated. “How attached are you to it?”
“In, uh… what sense?”
“In the sense that if you’re attached to it in a way that convinces me to give all this shit up, we’ll build a couple rooms on so Tab and Rush can have their space. If not, we’ll put it on the market.”
Seven hundred thousand, two hundred and ten words flew into my head but none of them came out of my mouth before Tack kept going.
“One plus, it’s close to Chaos and Ride. Minus,” he swung his mug out to his fantastic view but added, “and it’s small.”
“I… we… you,” I swallowed then asked, “Are we moving in together?”
His head tipped to the side like my question was borderline insane and he answered, “Well, yeah.”
“When was this decided?”
“You love me?” he asked and my belly flipped.
“Yeah,” I whispered.