Page 56 of The War Revision
The people in the shop are eerily silent. Daniel’s mouth is open in shock, his eyes flickering from me to Cole. Never seen Pete so dumbstruck, while Jordie and Mel are whispering to each other like two gossipy high school girls.
“You fuck your boyfriend all the time here. I am sure as shit entitled to fuck my husband,” I counter. Yep, I married the Devil. Part of me is still getting over the shock.
“Whaaaat?” My brother jumps from the sofa. His eyes are about to pop out of their sockets.
I grab Cole’s hand and lift it up, showing the simple black bands around our ring fingers in a double fuck-you pose.
One flight to the city that never sleeps and we got hitched last week.
“Crazy, right? Crazier though is the fact that it was Cole’s idea.” I smile up at him. “I domesticated the Devil, he can’t live without me anymore.”
“I hate to break it to you, but that was down to your looks and tight ass. Your domesticating skills are lacking,” Cole quips.
My pouting is cut off by my brother koala-wrapping us in a tight, air-cutting hug. Followed by Mel and Daniel.
“Wait a minute.” Jordie pulls back, untangling us all. “You got married without telling me?” he screams.
“And me,” Pete barks.
“You asshole! That’s why you went away last weekend.” He puts two and two together. “KaidenMoronDonnelly, how could you do that without telling me?” Fuck, he’s full-named me. He must be seriously pissed.
“Jordzilla, I didn’t want to steal your thunder. You’ve been planning your wedding for a month.” Then I look at Pete. “And you’ve been drinking umbrella cocktails and boinking in a cabana, leaving me here working.”
“Look,” Cole interjects. “We regret nothing, but we can have a small wedding reception in our apartment if you’d like.”
“Your apartment?” Mel asks. Cole and I have been kind of in our bubble the last few days. Fucking and planning our life together. Fucking some more with cuddles at the end. I discovered I’m a major cuddle bug.
“Tessa sold Cole the apartment. He signed the documents yesterday. We’ll start the renovations next month.” I let them know. “I need a priest to cleanse the place before I knock down the wall between our places.” I get a hard pinch on my ass for my last statement that makes me jump a foot high from the floor.
“Lucifer!”
“Fuck. Am I still in Tahiti? Did I fall asleep on the beach?” Pete mumbles.
I’m still massaging my ass cheek while walking to Pete. I reach him and feign a slap on his face. When he raises his arm to ward it off, I take advantage of his vulnerable side and deliver a jab into his guts. He grunts.
“Not dreaming if you feel the pain.” I smirk at him. “It’s good to have you guys back,” I add, punching him in the shoulder. He punches me back, and being bigger and meaner than me, he makes me stumble.
“Your boyfriend is an assface,” I tell a smiling Daniel.
“Douche,” Pete retorts.
“He hurt me, hubby,” I fake whine, running to Cole. I almost tackle him down while I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Really?” My husband snorts at me, but he hugs me back when he regains balance.
“I can’t believe you married…him.” I turn my head with indignation, and when I realize that Mel is talking to Cole, and not me, I’m even more affronted.
Before I can find a snarky reply, Cole replies with a wink. “I’m a sucker for torture.”
Has he just made a devil joke?
“Your car must be as well,” Pete mutters, turning his military-green cap back to land a kiss on Daniel’s forehead.
Cole frowns at him, and then letting me go, he walks outside the shop.
Uh-oh. I forgot about the prank.
Yesterday Cole bought a cage for Meghan and Henry. A tiny one. Our pets need to be comfortable. Comfortably free. We argued, I stormed out of his office and might have written something on the back of his car. It slipped my mind when I came back to his apartment and he roughly nailed me against the wall.
