Page 38 of Fitch

Dom’s gaze cut to mine for a second before he looked back to the road. “He will be. It won’t be easy. He’ll need you, both of you,” he said, looking in the rear-vision mirror at Ky. He slid his hand onto my thigh, the warmth seeping into me. “Thank you for coming when I called. I know you came for Benji, but I appreciated it nonetheless.”

I smiled at him. “Thank you for calling me.”

He turned onto Oxford Street and we didn’t even have the luck of a red light on our side. He pulled up in a no-stopping zone. Ky hustled to get out as quick as he could, and I undid my seatbelt. “Text me,” I said. “Are we still on for Friday?”

“Fitch,” he said, reaching over and taking my arm. “Wait.”

I stopped, one foot out the door. Literally. “What is it?”

“We’re going to need to talk,” he said. “About what happened today. About Benji’s case and what that means for us.”

That all-too-familiar stab of uncertainty stung. “About us?”

He smiled, wary and tired. “We’ll be okay,” he murmured, sliding his hand over mine and giving it a squeeze. It was strong and warm and encased my hand completely. “I promise. But we can’tnottalk about it. I’ll call you.”

“Okay.”

Then his brows furrowed, his face troubled.

“What is it?”

He shook it away, his stoic expression in its place. “Nothing. I’ll call you. Keep Friday night free.”

“Okay.” I nodded and waited for him to let go of my hand, which he did, reluctantly. “Go to work, save the world, kick some arse.”

He afforded me the smallest smile before he gave me his stern daddy eyes. “You be good.”

I grinned at him. “Oh, I’m the best and you know it.”

He grumbled at me, then he nodded to where Ky was standing by the wall. “Go on. Ky’s waiting.”

I did not want to say goodbye . . .

I met his eyes, all joking gone. “Thank you,” I said softly. “For helping Benji.”

He gave a nod just as a bus came up behind us and honked its horn. I got out of the car and closed the door, and Dom drove off. I glared at the bus driver for good measure, and Ky laughed as he took my arm and we headed home.

“So,” he began. “Your man’s hot.”

“I know,” I agreed. “But you keep your little kitten mittens to yourself. You’ve already got two daddies. Isn’t that enough?”

He smiled. “Oh, it’sjustenough.”

“Okay, Goldilocks. One isn’t hot enough, you need two,” I joked. “Are you ever gonna let us meet them? Or see them at least.”

“No. It’s their rule, not mine. You know that.”

True. It wasn’t like this was my first time asking...

“Some names, perhaps?”

“Nope.”

“What do you call them? You know, when they’re railing you?”

He laughed. “I’m not telling.”

I sighed. “Dom only wanted me to call him daddy when he was balls deep in me, but then I called him daddy one time whenwe weren’t fucking, and I’m telling you, that man liked it. As inliked it, liked it. It switched the daddy light on if you know what I mean.”

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