I stare at my father-in-law for a long, silent moment before nodding. “I know what you mean. Some things aren’t always black and white.”
Bill doesn’t know about my nocturnal activities, nor that Chad Dering is bothering his daughter, so it’s unlikely that this speech was meant to give a blessing on my plans for Chad, but it comes off that way because Bill is absolutely correct. Sometimes you do things that aren’t quite right because it helps someone out. I vowed on our wedding day to love, honor and protect her, which means tonight is Chad’s very last one.
Chapter Twelve
Angel
We kiss my parents goodbye before Lucas guides me toward the car on the side of the house. I peek over at my husband. Tonight was like any other night that we spent at my parents’ house. They’ve loved Lucas from the moment I brought him home to meet them. I lean into him as we round the back of the car. He opens the door for me. He’s always the gentleman. Making sure that I want for nothing.
“You okay, darling?” he asks when I don’t step into the car right away. I drop my head back to look up at him. He looks as handsome as ever.
“You have fun with my dad tonight?” I lick my bottom lip, still tasting the wine I’d finished before we left.
“I always enjoy your dad’s company.” He does. Lucas really is the perfect husband. Sometimes I feel terrible because I keep waiting for him to have some sort of flaw but he never does. Can someone really be this perfect? Even the things that he thinks are flaws I don’t agree with. They make him who he is, my Lucas, and more charming, if you ask me.
“What if my dad had told you no when you asked to marry me?” The smile he has falters for a second. My breath hitches when I swear for a brief moment something dark flashes in his eyes. My nipples harden.
“Then I’d have worked harder at winning him over.”
I purse my lips, thinking over his answer. He leans down, kissing my warm cheeks which are flushed from a mix of the wine and my arousal.
“You going to get in the car so I can take my tipsy wife home and take advantage of her?”
“You would never.” I sigh.
“No,” he agrees.
“You can’t take advantage of the willing.” I go to get into the car but he stops me.
“Angel.”
I look back up at him. His face is serious. Did I say something wrong? He was right. I am a bit tipsy. Mom filled me with too much wine tonight in her probe about when she would have grandchildren.
“No one would ever stop me from marrying you.” He shifts, pinning me to the side of the car. His mouth falls onto mine.
I gasp in surprise. My arms instinctively wrap around his neck. My mouth parts for him as he pushes his tongue past my lips. I cling to him, forgetting where we are as I kiss him back. I never have to doubt that Lucas loves or wants me. He shows it in everything that he does. He’s determined to make me happy.
“Lucas.” I breathe out his name when he pulls his mouth from mine as he begins kissing my neck. I drop my head back, making sure he has all the room he needs.
“Home.” My eyes spring open. A second later I’m in the passenger seat with Lucas buckling me in.
“I never made out in my parents’ driveway before,” I admit as Lucas gets into the driver’s side and pulls out. He gives me the same look I get whenever anyone brings up someone I dated in the past. One that says he hates hearing about it. It’s ridiculous that he would even get a tiny bit jealous about my dating history since it was mostly disastrous. That was until he came along. Maybe that’s why he’s so dang perfect. The universe felt bad because of all the terrible men it had sent my way before. It should because it seems that I had attracted the weird ones. I deserved a Lucas after living through all of those awful dates.
“Are you jealous? Thinking about me with someone else?”
Lucas’s hands tighten on the steering wheel. “You weren’t with someone else,” he corrects.
“I kissed other men.” Why am I poking him? Maybe it’s because I enjoy it when he gives me a peak at this side of him.
“Angel.” His voice takes a firmer tone. My legs clench together. His eyes flick there, seeing my reaction.
“I’m turned on.” I wiggle in my seat.
“I see that.” His eyes roam over my face for a moment. It’s then I realize we’re in our driveway already. I’d been so focused on needling him. “Are you trying to make me mad, Angel?”