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“I thought we didn’t get days off?” Julius smirks, sliding the lid back on the crate at his feet.
Flipping him off, I jog toward the front door. “I’ll figure it out!”
It would normally take twenty minutes to get to Peaks from the Warehouse.
I get there in twelve.
Somehow, I’m not expecting the scene I’m met with when I push through the front door. Peaks is packed with people, but that isn’t surprising. The woman standing on a table in the center of the room, on the other hand...
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Charity spins on her heel, nearly losing her balance when the table wobbles beneath her. She doesn’t seem to care, though. Her eyes are glued on me, a feral look replacing her normally calm gaze. “Making a scene, obviously.”
She has to shout to be heard over the crowd, many of whom I realize are men who’ve had too much to drink based on how heavily they’re leaning against the chairs around her table. “Why are you making a scene?”
Charity huffs, throwing her arms in the air. “Because you fucking disappeared on me, Theodore Grady!”
That draws me up short. “I disappeared?”
“Yes, you did! And no one would fucking tell me anything because apparently fucking you doesn’t get me rights to know your whereabouts.” She shoots an angry glare at Merrick on the other side of the room, and I wince, realizing that was a direct quote.
“Then, my d-dad.” She sucks in a breath, and my beautiful, angry goddess looks like she is holding back tears. I lost track of Edmund in the chaos that followed Lachlan cutting the power to MacAlister Manor. Based on the way she’s looking at me right now, I’m glad I decided not to kill the man myself. “And I couldn’t find you.”
“You were looking for me?” I push one of the drunken assholes away from her table, taking his spot at her feet.
“Of course, I was looking for you.”
“Why?”
“People were dying and you weren’t answering my calls or my texts! And I’m not a psycho like you, so I didn’t have any fucking tracking devices planted under your skin.”
“I didn’t put a tracker under your skin, Viper.”
“Well, I’m going to put one under yours.”
“If it will get you down from this table, I’ll implant it myself.”
Charity rolls her eyes but she no longer looks ready to cry. She holds a hand out for me to help her down, but I ignore it, reaching for her waist instead. Sharp fingernails dig into my shoulders when I jerk her hips forward. I hold her steady, looking up into my favorite honey-brown eyes.
“Did you want to say something to me, Viper?”
“You’re gonna make me say it here?” Her eyes dart around the room, taking in the crowd, most of whom have turned their attention to the two of us. “In front of all these people?”
“You’re the one who wanted to make a scene in the middle of the town’s only bar on a Saturday night.”
She huffs but doesn’t argue the point. “I’m choosing you.”
“Sorry, what was that? I didn’t hear you.”
Her eyes narrow on me, but I simply smile innocently up at her. “I said,” she growls, nails digging deeper into my shoulders. “I’m choosing you.”
“Who?”
“You!” she shouts toward the ceiling, an annoyed smile breaking across her face. “I’m choosing you, Theodore Grady. I’m choosing you today and tomorrow and every day after that until one of us dies.”
“You won’t choose me in death?” I tease, lifting her off the table and lowering her gently to the ground in front of me.
Her hands creep up my chest, wrapping around the back of my neck. “The jury’s still out on whether or not I want to deal with your shit in the afterlife.”
