Chapter 33 #2
She was marrying him. Rory James was going to marry him and he couldn’t wait.
He knew that if they finished the project tomorrow that she’d marry him.
It killed him to have to wait, but he wasn’t going to rush and screw this up.
She needed him to prove to her that he loved her and he would do just that, but the moment that the project was over, she was marrying him.
“We need to get going because the faster that we get dressed, the faster we can put some distance between us and my brothers for a few hours,” Rory said, not sounding any happier than he was about spending the day with her family.
“I’ll go get dressed,” Connor said, giving up on trying to talk her out of going and headed for her patio.
“You really should just leave some stuff here, Connor,” Rory pointed out with a shrug as she pulled on a pair of light gray lacy panties that he’d really like to tear off with his teeth, but unfortunately, they didn’t have time.
He cursed softly as he watched Rory continue getting dressed.
He’d been avoiding this kind of thing since he’d decided to drop the subject of selling her house.
Truth be told, he’d been hoping to avoid talking about this until after they were married and it was time to move her into his house and stake a “For Sale” sign in her front yard.
“I’ll think about it,” Connor said, hoping the vague answer would be enough for her to drop it.
“Okay,” Rory said with another careless shrug as she focused on pulling a shirt on, reminding him why he loved this woman so damn much.
There was no drama, no pouting, and no whining to get her way.
She hated that bullshit almost as much as he did, and that made him breathe a little easier because he knew that when it came time for her to make some changes that she would do them.
Rory was a smart girl. She’d realize that selling her house and merging her business with his was the smart thing to do.
“I’ll meet you outside in ten minutes,” Connor said, once again heading towards the patio door.
“Five minutes! You have five minutes!” Johnny yelled from the other side of Rory’s bedroom door, earning an eye-roll from Rory.
“Ten minutes,” Rory said with a wink.
Fifteen minutes later, he was leaning back against his truck, waiting for Rory and ignoring her brothers.
“You’re fucking dead!” Johnny snarled.
“Keep pushing us by touching our sister and see what happens,” Craig, who’d just arrived, said between sips of his coffee and a yawn.
“Better watch your back, bitch,” Bryce said as he stole Sean’s coffee. Sean, who had just opened his mouth to take his turn threatening Connor, quickly forgot all about Connor and focused on bitch-slapping the hell out of his brother and stealing back his coffee while Connor let out a bored sigh.
Oh, he was sure that they meant it and would love to beat the shit out of him.
Any other man would probably be pissing his pants and running the other way, but after listening to this bullshit day in and day out for the past month, it had lost its effect.
Not that it ever really had much of an effect on him.
It didn’t. He’d gladly take an ass-whooping for Rory. She was more than worth it.
“Hey, asshole? Did you hear me?” Brian called out, sounding pissed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re going to tear my throat out and kick the shit out of me or some other bullshit,” Connor said dryly, daring a glance down at his watch and wondering what was taking Rory so damn long.
“Um, actually, no. I was wondering if you had any cream and sugar that I could borrow. They messed up on my order,” Brian said sheepishly as he gestured to the coffee in his hand.
“Help yourself,” Connor said, focusing his attention back on Rory’s front door.
“Thanks, man,” Brian said, walking towards Connor’s front door only to pause and add with a shrug, “You know you’re a dead man, right?”
“Yup.”
“Good, good,” Brian said with a nod as he headed for Connor’s house.
“That’s right, your ass is grass, you little prick,” Johnny said, sounding smug, which was a little sad.
Connor was just about to go see what was taking Rory so long when her front door opened and she walked out, smiling when she spotted him.
He pushed away from his truck and walked past her brothers, ignoring their muttered threats to keep his “dirty hands off their sweet little sister” and met her halfway down her walkway.
He didn’t care that her brothers and half the neighborhood was watching, he had to kiss her, so he did just that.
“Ow!” he winced, stepping away from Rory and rubbing the back of his head where it throbbed. He looked over his shoulder and found all five of her brothers watching them as they did their best to look innocent.
“It was a squirrel,” Craig said, somehow keeping a straight face.
“Vicious little bastards,” Bryce added solemnly.
“You should really be careful,” Johnny added before mouthing, “bitch.”
Oh, this was going to be a long fucking day.