“Naw. You go have supper. I need some quiet.” I reclined in my chair.
Raul nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
Despite what he said, Raul wasn’t old. The man was still hulking, just as he was when I first arrived in Minnesota twelve years ago. He and Tina had recently found out she was pregnant with their son, Raymond when they moved onto the compound. Track wasn’t thrilled about his dad having a family with another woman. This made us closer friends because I understood. My mom had a daughter, Abby, with some guy I’d never met. Abby was twenty now. Not long after she left, my dad hooked up with Jane, who was now his wife. They had two teenage daughters.
Track and I came from similar backgrounds. We both lost our moms. Only his had been murdered.
Shit. Why was I thinking about all that?
I took out my phone and stared at the picture of my Angel. My light in a dark life. My heartbeat. My soul mate. Raul had it right and I could see it now that I was focused on my woman. I acted out emotionally with Miller, letting him mess with my head.
I lifted my weary ass out of the chair. I’d have supper with Madeline and brothers, then drink a little in the bar before taking her to bed.
Tomorrow, Track and I would go into Winters to hit up another jewelry store. I was determined to propose to her. I wanted a ring on her finger by Friday.
I couldn’t explain the urgency I felt. It wasn’t like she wasn’t mine. Something in me just wanted to give Angel her heart’s desire. And that meant proposing to her properly. A wedding, then babies.
I’d do everything she wanted because tomorrow wasn’t promised.