Page 47 of Silver Sanctuary
“Everything’s fine. I just meant, we have marching orders from that sweet fiancé of yours.”
“Oh?”
“Yep. He said to make sure you closed up by lunchtime. We’re to take you to Dolly’s and then swinging by the department store.”
“For what?”
Sloane fidgeted with her bracelet. “Nash told us you guys were going to redo Embrie’s room? That we should help you pick out all the things she needs to make it feel like her space.”
“That sounds so nice, but I have a delivery to make?—”
“To the ladies’ home, and that delivery is actually mine. I’m going to drop off the arrangements on my way out to The Trident.” Hawk crossed his arms and gave her a stare that said she shouldn't even try to argue with him about it.
“Why do I feel like everyone is conspiring behind my back?”
“Not conspiring, trying to make things easier.” Lily rested her hand on Lacy’s arm. “Besides, Nash left his credit card with me this morning and told me not to let you look at anyprices! Isn’t that exciting? We have a responsibility to make him sweat over that decision.”
Lacy nodded, holding back a laugh as Lily bounced on her toes. “Okay, shopping it is. But I’m looking at prices. And we’re only going to make him sweat a little…”
Wifey:
Thank you for watching out for me, even when you aren’t here.
I wish I was. I’m stuck in the control room with Gunner and he’s being a real dickhead today. I’d rather be at Petals… I might not get as much work done as I’d like though.
Wifey:
Oh? You think I’d be a distraction?
I know you would be. Because the only thing I’d be thinking about would be how desperate I am to have you spread out on that counter with your thighs wrapped around my head.
Three dots popped up and disappeared. Nash held his breath. There had been more and more flirtatious moments as Lacy healed, but nothing materialized into more than a few kisses here or there.
The three dots popped up again, this time staying for a few seconds before her message came through.
Wifey:
Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.
Well... Damn.
Why don’t I show you tonight just how well I keep my promises.
Wifey:
It’s a date.
“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” Gunner grumbled, interrupting Nash’s thoughts.
“Which is?” He sighed, sliding his phone onto the table in front of him.
“Your whole ‘I’m getting married tomorrow’ speech last week turning into a ‘We’re engaged you better fucking act like you like it’ text that night? Just… no wedding?”
“Yet. No wedding…yet.”
“You really want to take that step with her?”
“You need to put in the trigger for the smoke.” Nash turned the page in the simulator script binder, finding the trigger code for the smoke. “Charlie six thirteen.”
