Page 187 of Duty and Desire
“Has it occurred to you that if you had a smart girl around, she might help you with that?” I asked.
“As he said, this would require him wanting his shit sorted, and Mag prefers to be a hot mess,” Axl declared. “And not because he doesn’t want to figure out his shit. Because him not doing that is a woman magnet.”
“The broken one they think they can fix,” Auggie added.
“Better that than the lost puppy,” Mag fired at Auggie.
“That’s me,” he said through a grin. “All ready to go to a good home. Happy just to be fed and watered. But I’ll perform for treats.”
I looked to Mo. “How do you put up with this shit?”
“It’s a lot easier to tune out when I got a beer in my hand and some game is on TV,” he replied.
I’d bet.
“What are you all doing here anyway?” I asked the boys.
“Moral support,” Axl said.
“Preparing you for the Morrison women onslaught,” Boone said at the same time.
Onslaught?
There was going to be an onslaught?
Every fiber of my body grew tight.
“Jesus Christ, when are you motherfuckers gonna stop being scared of my sisters?” Mo demanded to know.
Scared?
These badass commandos werescaredof Mo’s sisters?
“When they stop bein’ scary,” Mag pointed out.
“You get, Mag, that they’re only scary because they’ve figured out your shit,” Mo returned.
“Yeah. There you go. Fuckin’terrifying,” Mag replied.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod,” I chanted.
Here I was again.
Nervous!
I’d met boyfriends’ families. And okay, if I cared about them, I got nervous.
But not like this.
No other way to say it.
I was a wreck.
“I’m gonna kill every motherfucking one of you,” Mo threatened, sounding like he’d do it.
After he did, I felt his fingers curl around my chin and he used them to pull my head around and tip it back.
I blinked up at him.
