But he was Jericho’s annoyingly finicky perfectionist and he would protect what was his, even if it meant hacking off his future in-laws’ appendages until they got the point. Future in-laws? Jericho side-eyed Atticus. Yeah, he’d marry him. He didn’t care if it was fast, or if it was right, or if one or both of their families protested. Atticus needed to be protected, coddled even.
