“How did he do?”
“He’s a champ. He should get some rest now.” She gave me a pointed look. “So should you.”
Callaway nodded.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she gets some sleep.”
She smiled at him, clearly charmed.
“Thank you, Callaway. I’ll tell Miss Bonnie you said hello.”
He shook his head.
“I already popped my head in. She was too busy with her latest murder mystery for me. She’s bloodthirsty, that one!”
Maggie had a good belly laugh over that one. I was watching all of this unfolding in front of me. Callaway was taking me home. Callaway was making sure I got sleep. Callaway was going to help take care of Tommy. Callaway wanted us all to move in together.
Callaway wanted babies.
He took my hand and squeezed it.
“We’ll be back tomorrow, my man.”
Tommy grinned and fist-bumped him.
“Cool.”
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” I was practically begging Tommy to ask me to stay. But he didn’t need me. He was okay.
“Go home! You’re starting to smell.”
He pulled a face and I laughed. I couldn’t help it. He might have just woken up from a coma, but he was still my pain in the ass little brother.
And I couldn’t have loved him any more.
Love.
Callaway said he loved me.
He loves me.
I looked up at him as he tugged my hand, leading me out of Tommy’s room. He was texting someone, but he looked at me and winked.
It hit me all at once. He really did love me. It was in his eyes.
Holy hell.
Mr. Big Bad Biker was in love with me.
I was too tired to think about it, but I kinda thought I loved him too.
The minute we were through the door, Callaway tossed me over his shoulder and carried me down the hall.
Chapter Sixteen
Callaway
“Put me down!”
The delicious package slung over my shoulder was wiggling around. I shook my head and smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile. It was grim and determined.
I held her tightly and waited out front for the cavalry to arrive. Every time she wiggled, I slapped her ass. I was too mad to speak and she was too tired to put up much of a fight.
Whiskey pulled up not five minutes later.
“You need a lift?”
“You mind riding my bike?”
“No, man. What’s up?”
“Molly hasn’t slept in three days. I can’t have her falling off my ride.”
“I heard about her brother. How’s he doing?”
“Good. He’s a tough kid.”
“Hmmph!”
Molly was muttering something, so I swung her into my arms so she could meet Whiskey.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, sweetheart. Molly, this is Whiskey. Whiskey, this is my old lady.”
“Well, goddamn. It’s nice to meet you, Molly.”
Whiskey grinned. Molly glared at me. I pretended not to notice.
“I’m not old!”
I squeezed her. She was tired and cranky. We’d sort everything out once she got some rest.
“That’s not what it means, sweetheart.”
Whiskey opened the door, and I deposited Molly in the seat, fastening her seat belt. She pouted a little bit and my heart constricted at the shadows under her eyes. She must be wiped.
That was why she’d tried to break up with me, I decided.
I was still mad about it, but I was more concerned about her than anything. We’d speak on it at length. But not until she got some sleep and some food in her cute little belly.
But we were going to have words.
“What does it mean? Old lady?”
I stared at her, still leaning over her in the car.
“It means you’re mine.”
I slammed the door and used the keychain to lock it. Just in case she decided to be difficult. But she sat there docilely like a good girl.
“Thanks, man. See you at my place. Cool?”
Whiskey nodded and I shook his hand. I gave Molly one last ‘stay put’ look, got into the car, and drove it over to my apartment. She was quiet on the way over, and so was I. It was better that way.
The stuff I had to say was not going to put her in the mood to sleep. She needed rest. I didn’t want her getting herself sick. And I needed her awake for the talk we were having.
Yeah, things were moving fast. But it was right. I felt it in my bones. Her brother waking up had changed things, sped things up. But that was okay. Hell, it was better than okay.
I wanted her under my roof now. I didn’t want to wait until we’d dated for some length of time. I wanted her now. I wanted to ease her burden. And most of all, I wanted her in my bed.
Forever.
If Heaven was whatever you wanted, then I wanted a gigantic fluffy white bed with nothing but naked Molly in it. She could be wearing something sometimes, I decided. Lacy little see-through underthings that didn’t actually cover anything. One of my old shirts if Heaven was chilly. Maybe a button-down with all the buttons missing. That way, it would slide open with the slightest breeze.