Page 9 of Not Your Romeo
He snorted and tipped his head to shoot me a look, “Those things are usually planned, I didn’t know until after breakfast that I’d be ending today with a wife.”
“Oh,” I slid the car into park, and he abruptly shut the engine off and removed the keys.
“Hey!” I yelled.
He got out of the car and shut the door, leaving me to scramble after him.
“Give me my keys back,” I darted behind him thinking to clip them off his finger, but he tossed them in the air, and caught them with the other hand.
Then he snared my fingers in his and cut me a look over his shoulder when we reached the door.
“Be cool here,” he grunted.
I squinted at him, unsure of what that even meant.
“How am I supposed to do that exactly?” I hissed.
“It’s easy. Just don’t be an asshole.”
An indignant huff shot from me, “That’s high talk. You’re the King of Assholes as best I can tell.”
As luck would have it, the door opened just as I laid my charge. A deep rumble of laughter sounded from inside and a tall, muscular man with an eyepatch appeared in the doorway. He snagged Wyatt into a hug and thumped his back several times.
“Jesus, Brother. You had me worried,” the giant exclaimed.
“It’s all good. I had to pick up my wife.”
The smile on the giant’s face froze and he turned, following Wyatt with that one good eye as he ventured further into the stranger’s home.
“Wh–?” His head whipped back and that eye focused on me. “You comin’ in, sweetheart?”
“Get in here, Ro.” Wyatt snapped, causing me to reconsider if I was entering or not.
The giant gave me two seconds to figure it out, then followed after my husband, leaving me in the threshold, and the door wide.
“Zig, what the fuck? A wife–?”
“Who the hell is Zig?” I followed after them, giving the door a fling as I did so.
Wyatt flopped down at the kitchen table and waved at the giant.
“This is Henny. Henny, this is Ro, my wife.”
Henny got two beers from the refrigerator and opened the first one before passing it to Wyatt.
“What the fuck do your kids think?” Henny asked, twisting the lid off the second.
I cleared my throat pointedly, when it was a breath from his lips, and his gaze swung to me.
“You– want a beer, honey?” He finally caught on.
Wyatt flubbed his lips, “You better card her, she might not be old enough.”
Henny howled like it was the best joke ever while I squinted at the pair of them.
“Daddy?” A voice called from upstairs.
Henny set the beer on the table and held up a finger as he trotted that way.
