“Eat up, Sophie. Lots of kids to feed now. I don’t want to be out here bottle-feeding your babies. Don’t have the time for that.”
Satisfied with Sophie and her kids, I leave them to their supper. Tonight’s the family meeting, and I doubt anyone will appreciate me smelling like a farm animal at the dinner table. I should have just enough time for a quick shower before the gang shows up. Hopefully bringing food, because with all the excitement of yesterday, I didn’t have time to smoke the ribs, like I’d planned.
Stomach growling, I take the offensive and shoot Poppy a quick text. She’s the most likely to pull through on the food. Parker’d probably forget, and Rome’s leaving straight from the courthouse.
King: Sophie had kids last night. Didn’t get a chance to make dinner. Can you bring something?
Little Sis: Sophie had babies? Aww! Pics!
Shaking my head, I scroll through my recent photos, sending a few over to her.
Little Sis: Oh my gosh, they’re precious! You should put them on Insta. You could prob make goat milk soap or something now
King: Sure. Dinner?
An eye-roll emoji comes through, followed by a goat milk soap blog post complete with step-by-step instructions on making soap.
Uh-huh. In my spare time.
A second later, another text.
Little Sis: What do you want to eat? Still want pizza?
King: That works
Little Sis: See you soon!
Poppy sends a GIF of a newborn kid stumbling around a pasture, and I laugh at my screen. Sometimes she’s pretty funny.
I hope she and Parker take the news about Mom and our secret half sister well tonight. Maybe Rome and I should have told them sooner, but a good time never presented itself. Not that there’s ever a great time to find something like that out.
They’ll have to settle for better late than never, I guess.
My cell buzzes again, and I’m just getting ready to remind Poppy to order extra pepperoni when I realize the message isn’t from her. My stomach swoops as I stare down at my screen.
Rose Queen: Yesterday was unexpected
Muscles coil in my lower torso, remembering kissing Juliet out at the lake.
I need to see her again.
Fingers tingling, I text:
King: Want to get together tonight after you’re done with your shift?
Squinting down at the phone, I pray she says yes. My cock’s already twitching at the thought of seeing her again. Touching her, kissing her, tasting every inch of her.
But I have no idea how long this stupid family meeting thing’s gonna last. Could be thirty minutes, could go for an hour or two. Worst case, I figure they’ll be gone by ten. Leaves me plenty of time to meet up with her.
Rose Queen: Your place or mine?
King: Yes
Straightforward, honest. Because I don’t care where I kiss Juliet again as long as it happens.
Rose Queen: Your text game is strong
Snorting at the phone, I tap back a response: