Page 7 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

SEVEN

JULES

Dillon and I eat in silence for a few moments. I think my wine-soaked brain is still trying to process that he's in love with me. I didn't expect him to say that. Who am I kidding? I didn't expect to tell him that. But it's true. I am in love with this bossy, overgrown, possessive, crazy man.

"You're thinking too much," he says suddenly, dropping his silverware to his plate and reaching for my chair.

He drags it around the side of the table toward him, squishing me up against his side.

There's absolutely not enough room for us both on one side, but he doesn't care.

Once I'm where he wants me, he grunts, grabs my plate, and then places it in front of me.

"I'm a woman. We tend to think," I say, amused by his behavior. He's such a caveman.

"I don't like it."

"Too bad, caveman."

He growls. "Look, little firecracker," he says, turning to face me.

His serious expression sends a frisson of heat through me.

"I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you.

I may rush you and I may be a caveman, but you're holding all the cards here, not me.

You're in charge. If you need me to slow down, just say the words. "

"Dillon?"

A look of dread passes through his expression before he manages to school it. "Yeah, baby girl?"

"Don't slow down," I whisper, shaking my head.

Maybe we are moving at the speed of light, and maybe it is a little overwhelming, but it feels right.

He feels right. Just yesterday, I helped a newborn fight for her life while Tate repaired her heart.

If anything had gone wrong, we would have lost her.

Her life would have ended before it even began.

I don't want to spend my life holding myself back, afraid to take chances.

I want to live , really live. And I want to do that with Dillon.

I'm done running from him and the way he makes me feel. If he's all in, so am I.

I've done my thinking, and my mind is made up. I choose Dillon. I’ll pick being crazy with him over being miserable without him any day.

"Fuck," he growls, emotion flaring in his expression. The same rises in me, surging through my veins in response to the look in his eyes. "How's your head feeling?"

"It's fine."

"Good." He pushes his chair back from the table, rising to his feet in one abrupt motion. Two seconds later, I'm in his arms and he's storming from the kitchen. "We're both going to be late for work today, little firecracker, and it's entirely your fault."

"Dillon!" I cry, squirming in his arms. "I can't be late."

"Too bad, Jules," he growls. "Tell them you have an appointment with justice. It's time for you to pay your ticket."