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I’m coming, honey. Don’t you worry. I’m gonna kill this fucker for you.
“Nah, I prefer effective.”
“And do they all rescue women and kiss them at the end of the day, too, or is that just you?”
Gabe was still staring at him. “You’re . . . you’re smiling.”
Was he? It took him a moment to realize that he was smiling.
“You’re not anymore,” Gabe added dryly.
She thought he looked rather strange sitting in the old plastic chair, dressed like he was. Her gaze lifted to his face. “About what, Devlin?”
“About a lot of things.” He leaned toward her, resting his arms on his knees. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Congratulations.”
He refocused on the road. “I have a Porsche.”
“Of course,” she demurred.
“I don’t have a Ferrari.”
“Gasp. What does the club think of that?”
“I can take you home.”
Surprised, she wasn’t sure what to say at first. “I’ll just call—”
Devlin pinned her with a look. “Get in the truck, Rosie.”
It was kind of stupid to turn down the offer. Right? She glanced down at her phone and then made up her mind. “Can you say please?”
Coming to stand at the passenger side, he opened the door. “Can you please get in the damn truck?”
Rosie flashed a smile. “Since you asked so nicely and said please, yes, I shall take you up on your offer.”
“Honored,” he murmured as she climbed in.
He slowly turned to her. “Please don’t do that again.”
Knowing she wasn’t talking to him, but unable to help himself, he said, “I have no idea.”
Rosie’s mouth dropped open. A three-legged alligator? First off, she wasn’t clumsy and second, a three-legged alligator ?
Her eyes turned sad. “Are you really, Rosie?”
“Did you just shush me?” they both demanded at the same time.
Rosie clutched her phone. “I didn’t shush you, Lance. I’d never shush you. Look, can I call you back in a little bit? I’m in the middle of a very important argument with Devlin de Vincent over whether or not I can call him a dickhead instead of Dev.”
“It’s fifty feet down,” he said. “That’s called suicide.”
“Or death on our terms.”
“Leave me, God damn it.”
“No. It’s my turn to save us. We’re going to jump.” I coughed. The smoke was eating my lungs. I was so tired. “I’m just going to rest half a minute. My arm hurts a little.”
I lay next to him.
“Will you marry me?” Curran asked.
“You’re asking me now?”
“Seems like a good time,” he said.
He deserved an honest answer. “If I marry you, then you’ll be my husband.”
“Yes, that’s how it works.”
Smartass.
“Yes.” If his life were on the line, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
“Even if I leave you because of it?”
“Yes.”
He spread his arms.
“I can’t change who I am,” I told him. “Neither can you. I get it.”
“I love you and you love me, and we’re both too fucked up for anyone else. Who else would have us?”
I sighed. “Well, clearly we’re both crazy and this relationship is doomed.”
“I love you so much,” he said. “Please don’t leave me.”
I hopped off the wall and stood next to him. “Anytime.”
He just looked at me.
“I’ve never killed a train before. It might be fun to try.”
“Are you sure?”
“One time I was dying in a cage inside a palace that was flying over a magic jungle. And some idiot went in there, chased the palace down, fought his way through hundreds of rakshasas, and rescued me.”
“I remember,” he said.
“That’s when I realized you loved me,” I said.
“Pop?”
“That was the sound of me pulling your head out of your ass."
Jesus, what?
“No,” I grunted.
“Then I’ll stop.”
“Do what you have to do.” I pretended to smirk. I wasn’t one to negotiate with terrorists, no matter how hot they were and how hard they made my dick. But when her thighs left mine, and I felt how damp and warm my leg was, how I missed her stomach pressing against my cock, I jerked her back into me.
“I’ll cut the beard."
I was feeling brave, but then he stopped, turned around, and looked at me seriously. “Yeah. Wasn’t thinking. Won’t happen again.”
“No,” I said, stopping, too. [...] “I was wondering if we could do this again sometime. Not, like, in a weird capacity or anything. I just want to know that I, uhm.” I swallowed, glancing around. “Can.”
I couldn’t stop thinking about his inked hand on mine. About the moment my lips fluttered on his surprisingly smooth cheek. His nostrils flared, and something I couldn’t decipher zinged in his eyes. Whatever it was, he weighed his words carefully before he said them. “Yeah.” He looked around us, like someone was watching, tugging at his beard. “Sure. You want me to surprise you, or just do it now?”
I thought about it for a second, resuming our walk. We were in sync now.
“Surprise me.”
We reached the end of the promenade and waited for the light to turn green before we crossed it. His palm found mine, but he kept looking at the traffic light, like nothing was happening, all bored and indifferent.
"Okay?" He whispered under his breath.
"Okay."
His heart thumped in his chest. Once. Twice. If she didn’t respond soon, he’d punch out of this conversation with more than a little wounded pride.
“No.” She shook her head.