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He so very obviously enjoyed her reactions to him.
He eased out of the kiss and patted her butt, and then with her cheeks on fire she meandered toward the firepit with him following behind with the table.
He was wrecked, and his body would need food and rest for a few days yet, but he was still making moments easier on her. He was still thinking of her comfort. God, she loved him. Wait…
Loved him?
She turned and glanced at him, and he was watching her. He winked that sexy-boy wink that would’ve never affected a woman like her unless it was from the exact right man.
She loved him.
Holy moly, she loved him.
It was fast, right?
No, her animal whispered. It’s not fast. We have been waiting for him.
Chills rippled up her forearms. Rarely did her animal chime in, but the words had been formed so crisply in her mind. Oh, her tiger approved of Kru too.
She helped him undo the legs underneath the table and set it up while Jenna and Lucia did the other. Lucas was walking back from Gunner’s truck with him, carrying two huge paper bags in each hand, while Gunner was doing the same.
Lucia had disappeared, and for a moment Cadence thought she had bounced on the Crew meeting, but she reappeared shortly with paper plates, napkins, and plasticware from the mobile home she rarely slept in.
As the Crew chattered on, setting up the trays of wings and dragging their chairs to the tables, joking and jabbing at each other, Cadence had a moment. Even Lucas looked relieved, and happy.
It might not have been the Crew meeting he had planned for them, but Kru had turned it into something even better.
“This receipt says you bought four hundred hot wings,” Lucia read aloud as she stared at the long white paper that had been taped to the outside of one of the paper bags.
“Yeah, I spent my life-savings on this,” Gunner growled out.
“Why?”
He glanced at Kru, and then back to where he was filling his plate with wings. “It’s my apology. Kru had a craving.”
“Awwww,” Jenna said in a wrenched-up voice.
“Stop it,” Gunner growled.
“You tried to kill me like eight times before,” Lucas muttered. “I like beef stroganoff.”
Cadence giggled as she poured ranch over the forty wings she’d piled on a plate. Without a word or a thought, she placed it in front of where Kru was dragging his chair. He froze and looked over at her with an unfathomable expression.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“Nothing…just…thank you.”
“For making you a plate?”
The others were chattering away, but this moment with Kru felt special.
“Yeah. Thank you for thinking of me.”
Ooooh, this man. She had figured out his love language—it was acts of service. If she thought about him and did something kind for him, he went to mush, like he was doing now. Interesting. She took note of it. Acts of service was easy for her, because she was caring if someone earned that attention from her, and Kru was absolutely earning it.
He stared at the plate. As she reached for a plate for herself, he rested his hand on the back of her knee. “Can you let me?” he whispered.
With a frown, she eased back. “You don’t have to.”
