Page 104 of Savior
“I was just talking to Cherry about her and Axel. And I saw the way he looked at her.” I sigh, turning to look up at Dean. “He reminds me so much of you. He could be your son.”
“In some ways, I can see it, too.” Dean replies. “Though, I hope he never loses that innocence about him. I worry about him.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want him becoming too much like me.”
“Why would that be a bad thing?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist as I rest my chin on his chest, peering up at him.
“You want a list?” Dean sighs, his eyes shifting from me to glance across the lot as he slides his fingers into my back pockets. “Where the fuck do I begin?”
“How about you just tell me what you wanted to talk about, since we’re bound to disagree on everything you’re going to say about yourself, anyway.”
“Fair enough… Lucinda wants to meet. She’s ready to talk.”
“You mean she’s ready to blame Legion.” I roll my eyes. His body tenses against me as his eyes drop back down to mine. He looks less than thrilled. I shouldn’t have said the L word. Before he can get on my case again about Legion, I ask, “Where and when?”
“Tomorrow afternoon. I’m meeting her, Maddie and Tamra at the fairgrounds.”
“You mean, we’re meeting them.”
“I don’t want you anywhere near her.”
“That isn’t fair. She tried to have me killed.”
“That’s exactly why.”
“Don’t I have the right to confront her?”
“I can do that on your behalf.” Dean insists. “Believe me, I intend to. You’re pregnant. There’s no fucking way I’m allowing this.”
“Allowing this?”
“You heard me.”
“Fine. I have a car.” I say, backing out of his embrace. “Fairgrounds. Tomorrow. I won’t miss her, I’m sure.”
“Fucking Vanna.” Dean shakes his head at me. “Fine. I’ll bring you with me. But you stay with Serene.”
“That’s not allowing me to confront her.”
“That’s not fucking happening.”
“Dean.”
“Ladies choice, doll. I can cuff you to the bed at home, or to Serene. Don’t think I won’t do it. You’ve come close on several occasions. One in particular, I still wish I had acted on the impulse.”
I roll my lips inward, staring up into his stern expression, holding back a nervous laugh as I wonder, just which occasions he’s referring to? Holding the tip of a blade to his chest springs to mind. He threatened to chain me to the bed that night, if I was going to leave him.
“You’re serious?”
“Fucking try me, baby.”
A little smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. “You really are crazy, aren’t you?”
“Do I actually have to chain you to the bed before you’re convinced?” a slight grin cracks his stern expression. “You haven’t seen the depths of my crazy yet, baby. It runs deep for you. I promise.”
I step back to him, reaching up to touch his handsome face and coax him down to me. Kissing his lips, I tell him that I believe him.
