As Malachi was in the middle of his thoughts, he missed the moment where a shadow passed overhead.
However, he turned around just as a tattooed-red winged woman dropped out of the air and into his arms.
"You've gotta stop doing that. What if one of these times I don't catch you?"
"I'll decide what to do when you actually fail to catch me." Anna planted several kisses on Malachi's cheek in the span of a second. "Happy birthday, babe."
"How many times are you going to tell me that?" he laughed dryly.
"As many times as I damn-well please until 11:59 tonight. Why? You have a problem?"
Malachi didn't know why, but all of his women were being extra short with him today.
It was a crisis that was bad for his libido.
"Wanna race me home?" He only asked because he already knew the answer would be yes. Further motivation to get her home as quickly as possible.
