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Doug,” Felix chimes in sucking on
his own beer.
    “Lordy? Glove?” I invite them to the
conversation.
    The two of them are grinning across the table
from me. At first, when Haven suggested we invite them, I hit the
roof. What the fuck would we need them here for? I'm about to spend
several months with them away from her. As usual, my brown eyed
angel had a point. Even if I have to admit. They are my
family. On and off duty. They're the brothers mom never gave birth
to. They deserve to be around on this day as much as the rest of
us. Besides, when Lordy told me the two of them would probably just
do beer and burgers for the holiday, I knew I'd never hear the end
of it if they weren't invited.
    “I think Doug's got a point,” Lordy
shrugs.
    “No way,” Glove shakes his head quickly, his
own beer shifting in his grip. “They may have been playing better
than last year, but don't buy into that meaning anything more.
There's no hope for a Superbowl this year.”
    “None.” I toss my face back at Doug with a
smug grin still on my face.
    “Boys, boys,” Anna tries to hush us while
assisting Mindy, Leighyani, and Lexi in the relocating of more
dishes like rolls, green beans, and zucchini. One of the beautiful
things about holidays is as far as food goes, when it rains it
pours. Most of the cooking consisted at various households and just
congregated here, with the exception of the turkey, ham, and few
desserts Haven insisted making without my help. I didn't mind
watching her. I never do. Why would I complain about having to
watch my girlfriend lick powdered sugar off her hand? Just the
thought of that is forcing me to readjust in my jeans.
    “So cocky, Slugger,” Doug shakes his head at
me.
    “Always.” My chuckle is followed by me
leaning over, planting my face beside Havens, my hand stroking her
delicate face that she fussed over for hours. She spent an eternity
deciding what to wear: a thin flowing brown off the shoulder dress
which has my mind constantly picturing my hands just sliding easily
under it. She then fussed over how to wear her hair, pinned up in
one of those meant look messy bun chicks wear. And then she added
just the right amount of make up after much contemplation. I
wouldn't trade her fuss for anything. There's just something about
her not knowing what to wear being our biggest problem I can't take
for granted ever again. For a moment our eyes linger together, a
well-known desire bouncing around them. Fuck. I love that look. I
nudge her nose with mine, until our lips meet. We lollygag in the
moment as if we're the only ones around. As far as I'm concerned we
are.
    “Do you have to do that at the table?”
Leighyani sneers. I pull away slowly, eyes still lost in
Haven's.
    “I'm curious as to what they're doing under the table.” Glove's remark is followed by a devious
chuckle and a gulp from his beer.
    “Do you have an off switch?” Her response
finally grabs my attention their direction.
    In a lower volume he remarks, “I'd have to be
turned on first...”
    Looking flustered and more annoyed than
usual, she grumbles something and folds her arms across her chest.
That doesn't make any sense to me since just a couple weeks ago he
asked did I mind if he boned her. Pleased with himself, Glove
chuckles loudly as he leans back.
    “You'd think you were married newlyweds
already,” Mindy coos, half annoyed, half awed.
    “I bet they already do something like
newlyweds,” Glove says.
    Before I can put him in his place, Haven
shoots him an innocent look. “Jealous?”
    Damn. That's my girl. Over the past couple of
weeks, she's started to hold her own when Glove gets mouthy. It
makes me proud. It's usually impressive. Another reason to love
her.
    Completely unaware of the banter between my
best friend and my girlfriend, Mindy stops mid clearing of empty
beer bottles. “Speaking of, any idea when that's happening?”
    I turn so my face towards Haven's again. “I'd
marry her right now.”
    I am