Page 109 of Pretty Poison

“My grandpa Dutton gave them to me when I graduated from college. They belonged to his grandfather or great-grandfather. They’re supposed to bring me good luck, so I wear them on important days.”

Marla’s life celebration ranked up there at the top. He wanted everything to be perfect for her special day. Rocky took a shaky breath as he checked his reflection in the mirror. He met Asher’s gaze.

“Will I pass muster?”

“You set the bar, baby,” Asher said huskily.

“Oh no. Don’t you look at me like that. We’ll be late, and Marla will rip our balls off and laugh while doing it. Have you seen her long nails?”

Asher grimaced. “They’re more like talons.”

“Exactly. No one wants to be on the business end of those claws.” Rocky turned around and kissed Asher. “Did you take Fiona to Cal and Elaine’s already?” They would’ve taken her with them, but they worried the rambunctious celebration would be too much for their girl.

“Do you see her at your feet?”

Rocky quirked a brow and said, “I don’t see you at my feet either.” Heat and hunger burned in Asher’s eyes, and he looked ready to make a liar out of Rocky, so he wagged his finger. “Talons, babe.”

“We better get going, then,” Asher said.

Once outside, they got in Asher’s car that had arrived from Vegas the day before. The sleek black Dodge Challenger suited his husband perfectly.

“I kind of miss Goldie,” Rocky said as he fastened his seat belt.

“Really? She’s still on the lot.”

“Imagine that. I can’t believe no one wants to buy a shiny gold Miata.”

“I bet I could get a good deal for you,” Asher insisted.

“I’ll pass,” Rocky said. “I do have something else gold on my mind, though.”

Asher glanced over at him and smiled. “A tooth?”

“Damn, you know me so well,” Rocky said dryly. “I was thinking about rings.”

“Ear or belly button?” Asher waggled his brows. “Or cock?”

“Wedding,” Rocky said.

Asher stopped at a red light and looked at him. “I’m listening.”

“I know we kind of dismissed them when we got married the first time around.”

“First time?”

Rocky chuckled. “I’m blowing this.”

“No, I wanted to blow you, but you said we couldn’t be late.”

“Green light.”

“Oh, now you’re giving me the go-ahead?” Asher asked.

“The light is green.”

“Oh,” Asher said. He turned his attention back to the road and accelerated his hot rod through the intersection. The growling engine was almost as sexy as the man behind the wheel.

“What I was trying to say,” Rocky said, “is that I want to renew our vows. Here in Savannah where we’re making our fresh start. I’m picturing a small event with just our families and closest friends.” He looked at Asher. “I want to wear your ring.”