Page 69 of Rock Chick Bonus Tracks

“I want you to have what you want.”

“It’s your wedding too.”

“Both Malcolm and Tom will come to blows to walk you down the aisle, so to avoid that, Seth filling that spot because it’s his wouldn’t suck.”

It was official.

The appeal had been upheld.

The sentence reduced.

In less than a year, her father would more than likely get parole. He was a model prisoner, and when he wanted to, he could charm a snake. A parole board would be eating out of his hands.

“It’s not set in stone he’ll get early release. We could be waiting years,” Sadie noted.

“You’re in my bed,mi cielo, your clothes in my closet. Not mine. Ours. This house has been ours since the first time you walked in the door. Fuck knows it is now, since you talked me into yellow cabinets in the kitchen.”

“They’re butter,” she mumbled irritably, the irritation probably coming from remembering the throwdown they’d had about it.

“Whatever,” he said on a grin.

“It’s clean and sunny and cheerful, and fits the age of the house.”

“Right,” he muttered.

“Ugh,” she grumbled.

He gave her a squeeze. “What I’m saying is, you got my ring on your finger. You got my ink in your skin. You got my commitment. I’ve got yours. Who cares when we get married? If it’s next year or three years from now, you’re mine, I’m yours, that’s it. A wedding just makes it official.”

“I’m not sure I can keep Ralphie and Tod getting along for that length of time. There was a heated discussion about champagne fountains in Art yesterday that nearly caught the place on fire…again.”

Hector smiled at her.

But…fuck.

He had to do it.

Since it was for her (mostly), he did it.

“It would kill him to miss your wedding.”

She pressed her lips together.

Then she ducked her head and moved in, putting them to his ear.

“I love you loads and loads, Hector Chavez.”

Yeah.

She knew he did it for her.

Worth it.

He gave her a squeeze, “Love you too,mi corazón.” He turned his head and returned her gesture, putting his lips to her ear. “Now, lose the bottoms.”

Her head went back, and he liked that glitter in the ice of her eyes most of all.

She shifted away just enough to shimmy out of her bottoms.

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