“I’m not an Old Lady though,” I pointed out.
She snorted. “As good as.”
I thought about it and then nodded. “Yeah. That would be nice. Thanks.”
If being an Old Lady meant I had friends like Mia and a man who was willing to protect me and care for me, then I was all about it.
I got home and it was quiet. I would be glad when Slash was back in town. Thinking of Slash reminded me of the lingerie he’d purchased for me.
With a wicked grin, I changed into the black lace bodysuit. I took my hair out of my ponytail and ran my fingers through it. Then I stood in front of the mirror and snapped a picture.
I sent him a text that saidThank you for the gift.
A few minutes later, my phone chimed with his reply.
Gorgeous. I’m going to shred it with my teeth.
Chapter27
Duke carrieddown the last box of my belongings and placed it in the hatchback of my car. It turned out I didn’t own that much—and furniture was what took up most of the space. And since I was leaving it, I only had the contents of the meager kitchen, clothes, and a few towels.
“You should make a registry,” Jazz said as she sipped her to-go coffee, her eyes shielded by sunglasses. She’d partied with Brielle the night before and it was clear she was hungover. I didn’t miss those nights. Not that there had been that many to begin with.
“I think you do that when you have a baby shower,” I said.
“I meant something of a wedding registry.”
“I’m not getting married.”
“You’re not?”
“No.”
“But you’re having a baby.”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re living with the father of the baby…”
“Your point?”
“Isn’t marriage next?”
“You’re missing one crucial, vital part of all this.”
“What’s that?”
“The love part?”
She waved her hand. “You love him. You know you love him. Slash knows you love him. Even Duke knows you love him. Don’t you, Duke?”
“Don’t I what?” he asked, closing the hatchback.
“Know that Brooklyn loves Slash.”
“Oh, yeah. I know that.”
“Is nothing a secret anymore?” I demanded.