Rock Chick Reborn (Page 39)

A ghost of a smile formed on his lips.

“Say what you gotta say, son, there’s important shit that’s gotta get done today,” Moses prompted.

Roman focused on him in a way that Moses held his breath.

“Nothing will ever harm her.”

His tone was utterly inflexible.

Moses’s throat closed.

“And I will love and protect her and the children I’ll make with your daughter until the day I die,” Roman continued.

“Roam,” Moses forced out.

“She means everything to me,” Roman told him.

“You haven’t hidden that,” Moses replied.

And praise be to the Lord he had not.

Not from the beginning.

Roman examined Moses’s face before he nodded and moved back to the doors to the vestibule.

He looked through the window.

“Thank you for lovin’ her the way you do,” he said quietly.

He was looking at his momma sitting in the front pew.

“It hasn’t been hard,” Moses replied in the same tone.

And that was the damned truth.

Roman turned to him.

“She made me believe in love,” he shared.

Moses nodded.

“And she taught me how to do it,” Roman went on.

Moses knew full well the way Shirleen loved. He’d now had years of learning how deep that woman could love.

“Then my baby girl is gonna get what she deserves.”

“Yes, she is.”

That was a vow.

Moses moved to him and lifted his hand to rest it on that broad shoulder.

“Son, go,” he whispered. “Go on. Marry my daughter.”

Roman lifted his hand and took hold of the side of Moses’s neck.

After a firm squeeze, he dropped it and Moses’s hand fell when Roman stepped away.

Moses watched as Roman walked back to the door that led to the side hall.

He moved through it.

The door closed.

Moses turned his attention from there to the window Roman had been looking through.

The mother of the groom was sitting in her pew on her boy’s side, her head turned, leaned over the arm rest at the end of the pew, her eyes aimed through the window at her husband.

They’d had a number of discussions about where they were going to sit.

Shirleen Richardson was not to be deterred from taking her boy’s side.

Since her mother was sitting on her side, his daughter was entirely down with her dad sitting beside her fiancé’s momma.

“You’ll get to see my face from there, Daddy. Not my back,” she’d told him.

That had decided it.

He watched his wife tip her head to the side.

She had some subtle glitter in that gorgeous ’fro.

She looked beautiful.

He smiled at her.

Her pretty face got soft before she forced herself to toughen up so she wouldn’t lose it (again) and she smiled back.

He watched her turn to face forward.

Only then did he step away to wait for his daughter to come to him.

It was his girl’s wedding day and Moses Richardson was not jittery. He was not worried. He had no reservations.

He knew, from the beginning, that Roman Jackson would do anything to win his girl then hold her safe.

He’d even proved it.

Without a doubt.

So Moses had not a single reservation.

He loved that man like a son.

And he knew Roman would make his girl happy.

Though, through the ride that had brought them all right there, Moses could have done without the kidnappings.

~ THE END ~