Page 122 of Blade

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He just stood there, staring at me.

“Enjoying the view.” He smiled, and I felt my cheeks blaze.

I hoped I never got used to the way he made me feel. He leaned over and kissed me thoroughly before walking out of the bathroom.

“Hurry up, Becca.”

Once we got downstairs, my father sat at a table eating breakfast.

I walked over, kissing his cheek. “Morning Dad.”

It felt strange, but right at the same time.

“Morning, baby girl. You sleep ok?” he asked, glaring at Micah.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to Sheriff,” Micah cautioned.

“Stop it, you two.”

I slapped Micah’s chest with the back of my hand.

“Morning, sweetheart.” King leaned over and kissed my cheek.

I heard Micah growl.

“Really? He’s my uncle,” I admonished, shoving him with my shoulder.

“Don’t care. You’re my girl,” Micah whined, leaning over and grabbing the back of my neck to kiss the side of my head.

“Matlock here yet?”

“Yea, he’s in church getting everything ready,” King answered.

The front door opened, and a prospect walked in, followed by my mother, her husband, and Michael.

I jumped up and ran over to hug Michael.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to come check on you and make sure you were ok after everything yesterday,” Michael said, watching the men sitting at the table.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

I heard King whisper to Micah. “How come he gets to hug her?”

Micah looked over at me and shrugged. “He’s gay. It’s like she’s hugging Rach.”

“No shit?” King asked, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. “He’s a big motherfucker.”

“No shit,” Micah replied.

Michael threw his head back and laughed.

Matlock chose at that moment to step into the room and call us all into church. He was dressed in a suit, his cut nowhere in sight.

King, Micah, my dad, and I walked toward the double doors when my mother started her shit.

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