Page 93 of When to Call a Blitz
I know where he is.
I can hear the hum of his music from his bedroom.
I find him standing in front of his car, his arms crossed over his chest. The second I open the door, his head whips up, his eyes finding mine before immediately drifting down to my ankle.
“Does it feel better?” he asks.
“Yeah, it does,” I assure him with a smile. “I promise it does, Emmett,” I say with more force. His lips tighten.
I look over his car. “Is it ready?”
“I think so.”
“Why don’t we take a drive?” He doesn’t look so sure, but I know he wants to. “I think it would be really fun.”
Emmett gives in, opening the passenger seat for me.
The engine roars to life the second he turns the key, the sound echoing through the space. He lets it warm up for a few minutes before opening the garage door and driving out.
We get to around where the engine stopped working previously, finding a little pathway to a lot behind some trees where we can watch the sunset.
“Briar got the girls from school, Juniper will be home tonight though,” he tells me, his head falling back against the headrest.
“Are you doing okay?” I ask him quietly.
He looks at me, his eyes sad. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Getting hurt is a fact of life, Emmett. There’s going to be injuries. Shit, your entire career is just a giant injury.”
He weighs my words before deciding he agrees with them.
“I know that this is new for you, but we need to get used to it. I’m going to get hurt sometimes. You’re going to get hurt. But we’re going to be okay.”
He nods slowly, closing his eyes.
I eye the sunset before looking around us, monitoring the situation.
“Hey,” I tell him. “Set the seat all the way back.”
Emmett eyes me suspiciously, but when I bat my eyelashes, he does as I say.
In one fluid movement, I kneel in my seat, draping my leg over Emmett as I climb in his lap, my back to his chest.
I settle in, feeling his arms wrap around my waist to pull me closer. “Does this feel okay?” I ask. He wasn’t joking before. Heisa big guy, and just one of his thighs takes up nearly half the seat.
“It’s fine,” he says quietly, burying his nose in my hair.
“Let’s get your mind off of injuries and things,” I say, bringing my hand back to cup his cheek. “What was your favorite thing about yesterday.”
Emmett chuckles against my shoulder, the action sending welcome shivers through me. I want to hear him laugh like that forever.
“I can’t decide if it was you not taking your underwear out of your mouth or the look on your face when I started actually moving inside of you.”
I feel my face heat up. “The underwear thing was hot, even if it was a bit rude.”
“I think you like things a bit rude.”
I sigh, adjusting my hips. His hands find their way to the small of my waist, fixing me in place.
