I grab my phone to check the time and see I have a text from my sister. She lost it when she found out what Judge had done, but I calmed her down when I told her I was in love. I explained that I’ve always loved him, and she was a little hurt that I never told her before now. I’ve been running scared of Judge from the start and worried about protecting my heart. I didn’t think I could stand it if he broke it, but I know that’s not going to happen anymore. I know he won’t because Judge has more than shown me this is forever.
He’s so madly in love with me that he waited years to have me. He didn’t give another woman the time of day and even built my dream house for us. I look down at the ring he put back on my finger, and it feels right. The pink diamond catches the light, and it sparkles along the walls of the room. I have to admit when I think back to our wedding day, I only smile because it was exactly like the two of us—a little bossy but with a lot of passion.
I know I can be a brat sometimes, but Judge has proven to me he doesn’t care. We’re a perfect fit, and he’s keeping me no matter what. I actually think he gets turned on when I sass him.
I text my sister back, telling her I want her to come over for dinner this weekend, and she quickly agrees. Who would have thought both of us would fall madly in love and get everything we ever wanted? I grab my purse and make my way downstairs with a giant smile on my face.
My sister gave me the idea about making my own little online store for my sweets. She said she'll help me do the back-end stuff like getting a website and all that as long as I handle the cooking and baking. Right now I want to get my name out there, so I’m going to see if the coffee shop in town would be open to selling my treats. I also need to start making items and taking pictures.
Going into Judge’s office, I try to open the drawer where I know he keeps the extra keys, but it’s locked. It’s never been locked before, but I know he keeps other sets in the barn. That’s how I got my hands on one of his cars before, so I’m sure I can find some keys in there. Hopefully to a car that’s not a stick this time. Judge only just got that car fixed after my joyride a while back.
When I step outside, I pause when I see Nick standing there not doing anything. “Mrs. Russo,” he greets me, and no matter how many times I tell everyone to call me by my first name, they don’t.
“Hi Nick.” I smile as I head down the stairs, but he steps in front of me.
“Where are you headed?”
I stare up at him, wondering why he’s asking. “To town.” I try to step around him, but he blocks me again, looking uncomfortable. “Nick, is everything okay?”
“I can’t let you do that. I was told you’re not allowed to leave the house.” I stand there for a moment, digesting his words. “I’m sorry.” He looks sheepish as he stands there waiting for my reaction.
“Is this why I can’t find any car keys?” He nods, and I burst into laughter. I know where Judge’s keys are, but his truck is giant. I’d rather have a word with him than attempt to drive that beast. “Where is my husband?”
“He’s over at the horse barn.”
“Thanks.” I start to walk again, only this time I move around Nick quicker.
“Where are you going now?” I ignore his question because I’m going to murder my husband.
He jogs to catch up to me as I enter the barn near the house. I stop and give Bow an apple and kiss on her nose. “You can’t take Bow out either.” I roll my eyes as I head straight for the Gator. I’ll give Judge the Bow rule because I wodn't make that mistake again.
“Mrs. Russo, please.”
I slip into the driver’s seat. “I’m guessing you’re not allowed to touch me.” It’s not a question, because I know just how jealous and possessive my husband can be.
“No, ma’am, I can’t.”
“Then how are you really going to stop me?” I reach under the seat and grab the keys, and he jumps into the passenger seat. I let him stay there because I know he’s only trying to do his job.
It doesn’t take long for me to find my husband leaning up against a fence with a few other hands around him. When he sees me, his nose flares, and I stop only a few feet from him.
“You got something you want to tell me?” I get out of the Gator and stomp over to him. “You think I’m a captive here?” I poke him in his broad chest.
“Kitty,” he warns.
“Don’t you Kitty me! You can’t keep me locked up in that house, it’s ridiculous.” He closes his eyes for a moment, and I have no doubt everyone is enjoying the show. No one talks to Judge the way I do, because I’m the only one that can get away with it. There might be a small punishment later, but I’ll enjoy it.
He grabs my finger as he barks an order that has everyone scrambling. He pulls on me and I fall into his chest. “You know how hot you are when you’re pissed?”
“Judge.” This time it’s me issuing the warning.
“I have to say I like you tracking me down when you’re mad as hell. We should do this more often.”
“To be honest, I
