Page 98 of Protecting Christina

Picking up a piece of pineapple, I popped it into my mouth and watched her read her message. Her eyebrows pulled together and then a brilliant smile spread across her face.

“What is it?”

She looked up and pounded her fist on the countertop. “Fuck, yeah.”

I chuckled. I loved seeing her happy, even if it had nothing to do with me. “Making you scream that out in bed is going to be one of my goals,” I teased.

This time, her eyebrows did a little dance for me and I laughed out loud. “Come here.” I pulled her next to me and pressed my lips to her shoulder. “What is it? What made you so happy?”

“I just received a letter from Faye’s husband’s attorney. He’s not going to contest her request for full custody of the children.”

“He’s not? That’s quite a change of heart.”

She smirked. “Not really. I told his attorney that I was ready to speak to friends and coworkers about his temper. Seems he didn’t want me poking around at work or in his personal life. He may have other demons he’s trying to keep quiet.”

I shook my head. “I love how this mind of yours works. It’s as sexy as those flats you wear.”

She barked out a laugh and pressed her head against my chest. “Yes, those are sexy and I’m sticking to it.”

I kissed her lips. “We should go downstairs and tell Faye.”

“Yes!” She rushed out of my arms and ran toward the bedroom. I followed closely behind her. Teetering on one leg, she pulled on her panties and I groaned.

“Had I known you were naked under that T-shirt, I would have never suggested going downstairs.”

“But you did, and now I can’t wait to tell Faye the news.”

She washed and dressed quickly and nearly raced to the elevator. When we reached Faye’s door, she knocked twice.

A blue light twinkled next to the camera Jager had installed outside the door. I knew Faye was checking it before answering. Several minutes later, Faye opened the door. “Hey,” she looked between the two of us, probably figuring something was up. But fortunately, Christina’s smile must have eased her mind. “Is everything all right?”

Christina’s cheeks brightened. “Yes. Can we come in?”

“Of course,” said Faye, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry to be rude. I wasn’t expecting company, and the place is a mess—”

Christina waved her off. “Oh, don’t worry about that. My place is a mess and I’m the only one living in it.”

“What’s this all about?”

“I think Faye should sit down,” I said, worried Christina’s news may make her a little weak in the knees.

“Yes, yes. You should sit.”

“Uh, oh,” said Faye, but sat down on the couch. “Just give it to me straight. I can take it.”

I pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her. Christina remained standing. “We did it,” she said. “You won.”

Faye’s eyes narrowed. “W-what?”

Christina pulled out her phone and showed it to Faye. “I just received an email from your husband’s lawyer. He’s no longer contesting your petition for full custody. The children are yours and you don’t have to worry about him taking them.”

“W-what?!” Faye said again, only this time she covered her mouth with both hands and tears pooled in her eyes.

“Yes. You will be awarded full custody of your children.”

Faye rubbed her face and eyes with her hands and cried. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this.”

Christina sat down and rubbed her back. “It’s true.”

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