“Flying? Why would he…” She stopped adjusting the skimpy black shapes over the curves of her breasts and narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Three weeks ago, as Queen B was being arrested, the last link to my life with Trinity finally gone, I’d promised Ronnie an incredible wedding.
Now it was time to fulfil that promise.
Fluffy was on the mend enough after being shot by Queen B to travel, Lila was finished with whatever secret business an ex-CIA agent now semi-retired veterinarian had in London, and Ronnie’s parents were almost coming around to the idea of me marrying their little girl. Well, her mom had come around to the idea straight away. Her dad… That was a different matter. But to be fair, if I had a daughter, and a guy like me came into her life, I know I wouldn’t be welcoming him with open fucking arms, either.
“I’m thinking,” I said, letting my smile grow wider, “it’s time we finally got ma—”
I didn’t get to finish.
Ronnie threw herself at me, kissed me, and before I knew what was going on, I was fucking her in the pool again.
Thank God, Groot got distracted by destroying Ronnie’s discarded bikini bottom.
Maybe he liked her better naked as well.
Smart dog.