Page 93 of Broken Warrior
“Nothing.” Tate snorts.
I cross my arms against my chest and lean back in my computer chair. “What?”
But my girl just shakes her head.
“Tate…”
“It’s just…” She snorts again, looks me over one more time, then laughs even harder. “You’re almost seven feet tall.”
My brow lifts. “Yes…”
“You just… oh, Fin, baby, if you could see what I see right now.”
“I’d still be confused as fuck.”
“You’re almost seven feet tall… you’re in the walk-in closet, hunched over a desk you don’t fit at… with four monitors…”
Ah yes, I’m freakishly large, looking at freaky shit inside a walk-in closet.
“Surrounded by my work clothes.” Tate giggles again, wiping at her eyes.
I didn’t really find any humor in this at first because my size, interests, and IQ have all been insecurities for me my entire life, but adding in that I’m surrounded by my girlfriend’s clothes that she wears to work at a strip club has me chuckling.
Deep down I know Tate isn’t making fun of me, she isn’t, but I can imagine I’m quite the sight right now, and if I can’t poke fun at the situation then I’m an asshole.
“You’re ridiculous.” I shake my head with a grin.
Tate shrugs as she finally stops laughing. “And you’re adorable.”
I roll my eyes.
“You are.” She leans against the doorway and smiles. “Your brain is sexy as hell, but knowing that you crammed all the shit from your command center into my closet just so you could still work and keep it away from James is pretty adorable.”
“So… the glittery black thongs are what makes it funny?”
Tate nods.
“Then you’re going to be very disappointed when we get into bed.”
My girl cracks up again. “Damn right I will. I’ve gotten very used to you going commando, so even a glittery black thong is too much.” Then a thin dark brow lifts. “But I’m curious… were you able to fit into one of mine or did you go out and buy one? Your dick alone would be falling out of it, then you factor in your booty…”
“Absolutely ridiculous.” But I love it.
We’ve fallen into this flirty, comfortable, fucking perfect banter ever since I unofficially moved in and I’ve gotten to see the most real and raw version of Tate there is. Getting to know each other without any walls between us—literally and figuratively—has been incredible and I’ve fallen in love with her all over again.
Tate is the yin to my yang, the light to my dark. She’s everything I’m not, and she’s bringing out the best parts of me without even trying. And Tate is mine, so that’s pretty fucking fantastic too.
“When we build our house with the rest of the club, we need to make sure you have a proper command center.”
My brows raise as I get to my feet and stretch. “When we what now?”
“Well, I just meant…” Tate blushes and starts tapping her fingers against her bicep. “I didn’t mean to be—”
“When we buildourhouse, mycommand centerwill be in a locked room. Locked and far from James, but not so far that you can’t get me if you need to.” I walk toward her as my girl smiles. “Not so far that I can’t get in and get what I need to protect my family as fast as humanly possible.”
Tate tilts her head back as I stop in front of her. “As arachnidly possible.”
I blink down at her then lose my shit and start cracking up. “That’s not even a word.”
