The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake by Sam Crescent

Author:Sam Crescent [Crescent, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

By the time Tristan pulled up outside Vicki’s house it was late afternoon. He’d spent a good few hours in the supermarket buying everything he felt she needed. Climbing out of the car, he opened the trunk and started lifting bags. Vicki went to help him, but he nudged her toward the front door. He would do all the lifting and carrying while she put everything away.

Leaving the bags inside the kitchen he went back to get everything else. He’d also purchased a food processor for Vicki. He lifted the expensive device and carried it through to the kitchen.

When he was finished he closed the trunk and locked the car. He locked the car more out of habit from living in the city than anything else.

Law Castle was a safe enough town, apart from the drug incident last year. Nothing else happened in the small town. Stefan and the rest of them dealt with it.

Vicki was putting some tins away in the cupboard when he entered. Going to the far drawer he pulled out a knife and started setting up some new appliances onto the counter.

“You shouldn’t have bought them,” she said, opening another bag.

“I don’t care. You need what I got.” He settled them in place before going to her fridge. He threw everything in the trash and washed the fridge out before filling it, placing the fresh vegetables, meats, and cheeses into the fridge as he did.

“You’ve bought enough to feed a family of four or six,” she said.

“This is more than enough to feed us and your parents when they come to meet me at the weekend,” he said. He’d already decided he needed to meet Vicki’s parents.

“What?” she asked. He felt her move closer.

Tristan smiled. He unpacked the fresh herbs and moved around her to place them in a watered pot.

“You heard me. I was being serious earlier, Vicki. I intend to stay. I’m going to get my divorce, and you’re going to be my woman.”

The pulse inside her neck jumped. His woman liked the idea.

“Do you know who my father is?” she asked.

“I know he was a member of the Law Castle group.”

“No, he wasn’t just a member. He was one of the leaders when he lived here,” she said.

He didn’t know that little detail. When he saw Stefan again he’d question him.

“You didn’t know that, did you?”

Tristan turned to her. She carried a jar of sun-dried tomatoes and a packet of dried pasta. “Are you trying to scare me off?” he asked.

“What? No, I just want you to be prepared. My dad is not for everyone, even you, Mr. Carmichael.”

He smiled. “Call me Sir,” he said.

“What?”

Raising an eyebrow, Tristan waited for her to answer him.

“Sir?” She said the word but looked confused. Taking the jar and pasta from her, Tristan put them away. “Why did you want me to say that word?”

“I wanted to hear you say it, and you know what I am, Vicki.”

“Yeah, I know you’re a Dom.”

“Good, there will be times when I wish for you to say that.

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