Page 67 of Justice for Daesha
“Or I reckon I’ll have to spank your butt,” he said and kissed her lips lightly.
“I think that’s my cue to leave,” Lawrence said with a laugh and stood. “Listen, thanks so much for the hospitality. It’s great to spend time with all of you. Jack, you take care of that little lady there. She’s a keeper.”
“Don’t I know it! Thanks, Lawrence.” Jack extended his hand and Daesha’s dad shook it heartily. Amos was thrilled. Everyone in the two families seemed to genuinely like each other and they were going to be very, very happy together. If they could just get Aleta’s family on board, it would all be fine. They were still disappointed Jack wasn’t a minister, but they’d have to get over that. Amos knew a lot of ministers, and Jack? Nope. That was never gonna happen.
As they drove home, they chatted about the weather, the animals, their jobs, and what they’d do the next week. “I’d like to go to the cemetery sometime,” she announced.
Amos gave her the side-eye. “You do realize that’s where your dad and I were when you woke up.”
“No! Really? That was so kind of you, babe.” She gripped his hand as it lay on the gear shift knob.
“I’m going to try to be a kinder, gentler version of AmosDavid Fletcher from now on. It’ll be a herculean task, but I think I’m up to it.”
“I think you are too.”
As soon as they were inside, she dropped on the sofa. “Wow. I’m beat. I guess maybe I do need to take it easy this next week. I didn’t realize how tired I was.” She looked up to find Amos carrying a big box. “What’s that?”
“A present for you. I ordered it while you were still in the hospital. Open it.”
He grinned and watched as she tore the tape and started pulling out paper and bubble wrap. “What is this? It looks kinda like… What the… Oh my god. AmosDavid Fletcher. You didn’t!”
“I did.”
“Where did you find this?”
“At a costume shop online. I saw it and I had to buy it.”
She pulled pieces out and laid them out on the floor. “Oh my god. A helmet, a breast plate, shoulder plates… Holy hell, it’s a whole damn suit of armor!”
“For my warrior princess,” he said and winked at her. That set off a fit of giggles.
“And where exactly am I supposed to wear this?” she asked with a knowing look.
“It’s not where you’re supposed to wear it, babe. It’s where you’re supposed to take it off.”
She barely got a chance to laugh before they were deep in a scorching, tongue-filled kiss. She’d proven to him over and over again that she was indeed his warrior princess, strong, capable, proud, and beautiful. And now?
She had the armor to prove it!
