His eyes dip down the front of my black sleeveless dress on a wicked smirk. “Should I start calling you Miss Morrison?”
“Only if you’re nasty.”
My playful wink gets us both laughing and our body’s leaning together for another kiss; however, the action is unexpectedly stopped by a throat clearing. Together we swing out stares over our shoulders to see my brother lingering in the doorway.
“I don’t like you with my sister,” Gabe needlessly announces, “but…I shouldn’t have attacked you.”
“I get why you did.” Ry offers him a small shrug. “I probably would’ve done the same shit if Pres were my sister.”
“Yeah, well, she is my sister, and I want her in my life…And in my daughter’s life…And if that means figuring out how to have you around then,” my brother releases a defeated sigh, “so fucking be it.” He presents me with a small smile before scowling at my boyfriend again. “But hurt her again, Ryder, and I’ll toss your ass in the swamp for the gators to eat.” His grin becomes malicious. “I know some people.”
Cool.
Cool.
My older brother made friends with a serial killer.
“Now, you two come back in. Calzones are almost done and Antonio is demanding we teach Akiko how to sing happy birthday.”
Light laughter leaves us all as Ry springs to his feet to help me to mine.
The action while small reminds me of everything I need to know.
He is always willing to be there for me.
Assist.
That unlike before we do everything together.
As a team.
As a couple.
As soulmates.