Page 89 of Life To My Flight

Kissing her on the lips, I said, “Thanks baby.”

Then I let her go.

“You’re welcome,” she said before walking quietly away.

She turned back about halfway there and walked back to grab my keys, and then headed back in the direction she came.

They waited until she was up the stairs before they spoke.

At once.

“We’re really sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“We were horrible. I’m sorry.”

I smiled sadly. “I know. Just…don’t do it again, okay?”

They all nodded. “We don’t want to lose you.”

I hung my head and ran my hand against the back of my neck.

It was sore, and I was seriously over this day.

“We want to get to know her,” Mikayla said. “We know she’s the one.”

I turned my head slightly to the side, wondering how they’d come to that conclusion when they were so against her earlier in the day.

“You love her. It’s obvious to us now,” Meredith said quietly.

I nodded. “I do.”

“Then it’s best that we start trying to get along now. We don’t want to make anything harder for you when it comes to her,” Molly sighed.

Molly didn’t sound as truthful about what she said as the other two did, but I’d take what I could get.

Molly was still the baby, even if she was twenty years old now.

“Okay, well then it’s time y’all get back home. Maybe you can start getting to know her next week,” I ordered.

They looked upset that I was telling them to go home, but we’d gotten the hard part out of the way. They were going to try with Rue and, at this moment in time, that was all I really cared about.

“Be careful, and let me know when you get home,” I ordered as I opened Meredith and Molly’s doors.

They got in the cars and buckled up.

With a final kiss to each of their cheeks, they backed out of the driveway, waving as they went.

I watched until their headlights disappeared into the distance before heading up the stairs and into my place.

I found her in the bathtub.

I’d never been in it, but damned if the thing didn’t look extremely inviting right then.

I toed off my boots, hung up my vest, emptied my pockets, unstrapped my gun and holster from my ankle, and then shucked off my remaining clothes all under the watchful eye of Rue.

She scrutinized each of my movements avidly, eyes glued to my hands as they went through the monotonous task of removing my belongings.

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