I roll my eyes at my father’s crude words.
Fisher chuckles. “See you in a month.”
“Damn, son. Gonna rub that thing raw,” FB, short for Fat Bastard, tells him.
“Gross,” Gentry says with a snort. “I don’t want to hear about my sister’s sex life.”
“You guys done?” I scowl at the lot of them.
“I’ll ring you tomorrow,” Yara calls out.
I give her a wave then grab Fisher’s hand to lead him outside.
“Where’d you disappear to in there?”
“I went to check in on Death’s son.”
“You know him well?”
“Not really, but it’s what my mother would have done.” Not that I want to be anything like her, but its true. If she were still with my father, she’d be here taking control and telling everyone what to do.
“You ever see her?”
“Nope.”
“Sorry, babe. I know it stirs up shit for you.”
I shrug and let him believe that’s why I’m bothered. I don’t tell him the vile things Death said to me. “Is what it is. I seriously am ready to crash.”
“Want me to drive again?”
“Do you still have a license?”
“Good question. It’s not that far though. Tomorrow I gotta check in with my parole officer. Think you can give me a lift?”
“I have work, but you can drop me off if you promise to pick me up when my shift ends.”
“Where you working these days?”
“I’m still at The Terminal.”
“No shit?”
“It’s a living.”
“I get my shit straight and I’ll deliver on my promise to give you a good life.”
I wish I believed that were true. “I do okay on my own.”
“You don’t have to be. On your own that is. Swear to you on my life I’m going to make these past three years up to you.”
“Fisher, I don’t expect you to just jump back into our old life and pick up like nothing happened. You need time to adapt. We don’t even know if we’re still compatible. A lot can change in three years.”
Fisher stops walking and jerks me to a stop. His hands cup both sides of my face as his gaze pierces mine. Those stormy eyes of his swirl with such emotion I find it hard to breathe when he looks at me this way. As though he adores me. As though he’d kill for me.
“I know I love you. Know that nothing compares to being with you. I’ve been on the other side. I lost you. I know what its like to exist in a world you aren’t a part of and fuck. I don’t want to spend another day knowing what that fucking feels like. Every day without you was like slowly drowning.”
His lips meet mine so sure and sweet. I surrender to his kiss. I’m unraveling. I can’t fight against nature. The primal magnet that draws us together tugs on my heart, urging me to admit what I already know. I return his kiss. Fisher makes love to my mouth. And though I swore I wouldn’t give them a place in my heart ever again, all those old emotions snap back into place in the center.