Gamble grabbed my right hand, then reclined the passenger seat while I drove us home.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Good at lying,” I said.
“Kitten, it’s been two weeks since I got out of the hospital. I’m getting better.”
I nodded at the windshield. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you needed to stand around for an hour with Brute while Aubrey had her practice.”
He didn’t say anything to that. At a traffic light, I glanced at him. He had a big, beautiful smile on his face. The joy in his expression almost made me think he was stoned, but I knew better.
“What are you smiling about?”
His eyes stayed closed as he said, “I’m fucked, but I like it.”
He opened his eyes. “It’s always gonna be like this, isn’t it?”
The light changed, I faced forward, and we motored onward. “Is what going to be like this?”
“Us. The bickering, the fussing… and even your girl Heidi fussing over me. That’s how it’s going to be, isn’t it?”
I pressed my lips together. “I don’t know,” I murmured.
His seat came forward. “You know, and it’s true.”
We were in the driveway. I tried to wrest my hand free, but Gamble hit the clicker with his free hand. I pulled the car forward and he hit the clicker again. He let my hand go so I could park and turn off the engine.
Gamble shifted and cupped my cheeks. “You love me, right?”
My chin dipped. “More than I knew I could love anyone.”
His eyes lit up. “Right. And I’m yours in a way I never knew I could belong to anybody.”
“Okay,” I said hesitantly. “What brought this on?”
“You’re mine the same way right? You belong to me?”
I nodded… still hesitant.
“That’s what the property patch is about, kitten. At least for me. I see a woman with a brother’s patch on her back, it doesn’t just tell me she’s off-limits. It tells me that brother found a woman he cares enough about to make her his. And crazy as you might find it, that makes me happy for that man.”
I nodded and his hands fell away. “But some of your brothers haven’t put cuts on their women. I haven’t seen Kenzie wearing anything like that or Trinity.”
Gamble laughed. “Kenzie was wearing one at the Fourth of July party, but you probably didn’t notice because of Stephanie accusing her of cheating at cornhole.”
“Okay, fine. And Trinity?”
A lopsided grin crossed his face. “You might say Trinity made Roman hers, but really, you’d have to ask Roman about that. I don’t know why he hasn’t given her a cut, and God knows Sandy has to be nagging the hell out of Roman about it.”
“That’s not saying much. I think she enjoys nagging your brothers.”
“Yeah. But, we recognize women have rights. Set your feminism aside. If I give you a property cut, it’s an honor, Victoria.”