Page 99 of Blue

Jesus, that was embarrassing. She wouldn’t be surprised if she threw up again and her shoes came out this time. Talk about ruining a moment.

Slipping her hands from his waist, she ran them along the bottom hem of the stiff leather of the property vest—hisproperty vest. The one that declared her to behisproperty,hisol’ lady, his woman.

Jesus. He put it all out there for her.

Mooky sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, and it looked as though he had bitten down on it.

Her head spun, and she couldn’t tell why. Was it the drinks? The concussion? Or the situation?

He scrubbed a hand along the back of his neck as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

Nervous didn’t look good on him.

Her Sahara-like throat felt like razor blades scratched down it when she tried to gulp down the emotions threatening to explode forth from her mouth. Could she vomit feelings? That’d be awkward as hell. Then again, this entire night was awkward.

Bringing his hands together, he cracked his knuckles, and she could see the anxiety in the face of her silence written all over his features. She needed to answer him. She had to say something. He resembled someone who had just had his puppy run over.

“Yes,” she finally croaked. “I do.”

Because, damnit, she did. Any other answer would’ve been a bold-faced lie. She never stopped wanting to be his. It had felt out of reach.

The air launched out of her lungs with a grunt when he squeezed her in the tightest of hugs she’d ever experienced. Her bubbling guts threatened to expel whatever was left down his back.

She focused on keeping whatever was in her stomach where it belonged.

Her arms dangled awkwardly outward as he held her for several seconds before her stomach finally calmed. Confident she’d keep the bile in her gut, she returned his affectionate embrace.

When she could breathe again, she laughed along with his glee.

This man, this delightfully beautiful and talented man, not only hooked her up to grow her own career, but now he wanted her to be his woman. He’d gone to great lengths to do it. She’d be mad to deny him.

“It’s really over?” she whispered as she tilted her head to the side, trying to study his shadowed features in the night.

He sighed through his nod.

“The papers are signed,” he said as she released her, only to take her hand. “I’ll show you them when we get to the house,” he offered as he lead her toward his bike. “And in better lighting.” He waved a hand to the streetlamps.

“House?” she repeated.

Surely her drunken ears hadn’t heard right.

“Clubhouse?” She must have missed the “club” before the word “house.”

But they were already at the clubhouse. They didn’t have to go anywhere.

He swung his leg over and mounted his bike before twisting at the waist. With his Cheshire cat grin, he patted the backseat.

Where did he want to take her?

Shaking her head, she decided she hadn’t heard right. Drunken hearing. That was a thing. Maybe.

Okay, it was for her.

New, but still.

Stumbling only slightly, she held onto his shoulders and took a deep breath. Getting on the back of the bike should be easy—not that she’d done it all that often. Her balance, similar to that of a newborn fawn in her intoxicated concussed state, made things a bit more complicated.

Blue had faith in herself. She could do this.

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