31. Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-one
Blue
Dixon’s always been a man of few words, but those certainly weren’t the ones I was expecting.
“Of course I’m serious. You know I’m not one to just fall for any ol’ girl. She’s fucking special. ” My finger jabs in emphasis towards his chest.
Dix’s mustache raises in the corner. “I just never thought I’d see the day.” Shaking his head, he gives a rueful laugh. “Yea, man. I’ll be happy to officiate. It’s an honor.”
He holds out his hand, but I pull him in for a fast hug.
“I’m just glad I don’t have to beat your ass,” he chuckles. “You had me worried.” He squints his amber eyes before turning and pulling down two glasses and a bottle of high end whiskey.
“I know. My only concern is when Clay finds out.” I take the shot and knock it back.
Damn, it’s smooth.
“If he knows you like I do, expect some anger.” He swallows his own drink with barely a twitch. “But I’ll be frank, it’s the best thing in the damn world to have someone.” He takes a deep breath, staring off into the distance.
He’s so right.
I love knowing the little things about Libby that only come with time.
How she likes her coffee. Where to touch her to draw out the longest moan. The way she loops her “S” when she’s doing her morning paperwork, and how it changes depending on how much sleep she’s had.
It’s crazy how many more of those tiny tidbits I want to learn.
All of them.
Dixon sits in his overstuffed leather chair, gesturing to the one opposite, then leans his elbow on his knees.
“Is she pregnant?” he asks quietly, brows raising.
That’s irritating. “No, but I wish she was,” I bite back. “You should know that wouldn’t be enough for me to lock down.”
He holds up his palm, sitting back into his recliner. “I was just curious. I know you’re pretty stand-up, but I wasn't sure what you’d do if that was the circumstance.”
I jaunt my hip against the corner of his desk, too amped up to want to sit. But my voice drops into husky tones as the emotion runs so damn close to the surface. “I really love her, Dix. I never thought it’d happen.”
He nods. “She’s a good one, Blue. She’s also my wife’s best friend, so she’s already like family.
” A smile cracks his stern features. “And you’re like a brother.
” He pauses, swirling his empty glass on the end of the leather arm.
“Speaking of. I know Mason agreed to the cow thing. Do you really think it’s solvent? ”
Ah, business. A comfortable topic.
“Yea. There’s some updating that needs to be done, but it’s in the black. Clay’s slack-assed the last few years since his wife died—”
“I get that. I’d be lost without Char.” His eyes flick up, filled with pain. “That stuff hits harder now, you know.” His chin juts towards the closed door. “Just like if anything happened to Libby.”
The thought derails me, making me slump into the seat next to me.
It really would.
Fuck. That damn picture I found of her in that stack Wade confiscated surges into my mind.
I need to get that addressed.
“There it is.” He watches me closely. “Hadn’t really thought about that yet?”
“No. But I set the property up in a trust so that if I die, she’s taken care of.” I pat the folder on my lap.
He grunts. “I’ll be damned.” Slapping his palms over his knees, he stands. “Go on, get started on them babies so ours will have friends to play with.”
“I’ll send you the details for the wedding. Lib and I both want it soon. It’s like…we both just know. ” How else do I explain it?
He pats my shoulder. “I completely understand.”