Page 147 of Tied to You
Mollie holds out her glass to Janette who fills her glass to the top. She’s sat next to me, my hand resting on her leg. I love them, but fucking hell, if I have to endure another meal out, celebrating the smallest of things, I’m going to ride off and never come back.
Mick gives me a look sitting opposite, suggesting even he feels the same way. Glad it’s not just me. “How’s business?” he asks, taking a sip of his pint as the girls talk. He places it back on the table before leaning back in his chair.
“Slow, but we’ve been busy.”
He turns his face away. Knowing. “Things okay with the club?” I don’t think he really wants to know, but he cares.
Mollie catches his question and looks at me.
I give her a wink. “They are now.”
“Good to hear.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “So, when’sthe big day?”
Me and Mollie exchange a look. “My fiancé can answer that.” Because I have no fucking clue. Still, I give her my biggest smile for good measure.
She blushes, and my grip on her leg tightens. Shit, I want to get her home and back in restraints. I slide my hand up her thigh, making her stiffen. Yep, she wants it too.
“Uh, well,” she splutters. “We haven’t really spoken about it.” She laughs, taking a sip of her wine. Is she nervous, or is my hand on her leg just having a huge effect on her?
“No, come on. Do you know how long we’ve waited for someone like you to come along and make Travis happy,” Janette practically sings nextto Mick. “Will it be a big white wedding or will your riff-raff be there?” She throws me a look.
I cock a brow at my aunt. “We’re running away to get married alone. There, you happy?”
Her mouth opens to gaping hole, making me grin. “You wouldn’t.”
I fucking would.
“Mick, tell him. He can’t do that.” She flaps, looking at Mick for moral support.
She doesn’t get it. “He can do what he wants.”
Mollie scoffs into her glass, and I pat her back when it turns into more of a choke.
“Oh, God. Sorry.” She grabs a napkin and dabs the side of her mouth.
“What is it?”
Blowing her nose, she then looks at me, her eyes falling flat. “Just like that, you can do what you want but God forbid I should go for what I want.” She blinks as though in apology at hearing herself for blurting that out. But she needn’t worry. “You’re lucky to have a family who just want you to be happy, that’s all.”
I sit upright, my hand moving to her nape. “You marry me, and they’re your family too.”
Mollie smiles, resting her forehead against mine. Relaxing.
“Your dad doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
Her eyes close. “Can we just run away?” she whispers for only me to hear.
Mollie all to myself, twenty-four seven? I just might. Stroking her cheek with my thumb, I say, “Where do you want to go?”
She hums a little noise, and it’s the softest thing I’ve ever heard. She’s really thinking about this. “Where I can put my toes in the water and walk along the sand.”
Janette coughs, and I place a kiss on Mollie’s forehead. “Sounds like heaven.”
She pulls back, looking up at me. “You know it?” She smiles.
I smile at her. “Baby, I see a little slice of heaven every day.”
“Well,” Janette starts, and Mollie and I sit back in our chairs, my hand back in place on her leg.
