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Cap said nothing and didn’t move.
I sensed a struggle with his InnerRaye My Woman!caveman.
This time, with an operation imminent, the struggle took so long, I considered putting my shopping away while he was doing it, when he snapped out of it and said, “I’ll ask Liam and Knox if they wanna meet for a beer after we eat dinner.”
First things first.
“After we eat dinner and have a quick roll in the hay,” I corrected.
His mouth quirked and he confirmed, “Yeah. After both of those.”
Right.
Onward.
“Who’s Knox?”
“He’s a buddy of mine from the Army. He got out about a year earlier than me, and I talked to Lee and Mace about taking him on. He’s been working with the team up in Denver and came down with Lee and Vance, since we’re gearing up to be fully functional soon. Our new Phoenix team has been training back and forth between Denver, LA and here for a while now, with Mace, Liam and me doing setup down here the last six months, after Stella and Mace moved into their new house. But everyone is going to be heading this way to settle in within the next month.”
“Okay, I haven’t had enough time to evaluate how the scale is going to be set up, so you can’t give me accurate readings at this time, but preliminarily, with you at a ten, and Liam at a nine, mostly because I’m not sleeping with him, where’s this Knox guy at?”
“You mean in looks?”
“Yeah.”
He chuckled. “Babe, I can’t tell you that.”
I gave him the side eye. “Please. I can tell you Beyoncé is gorgeous and Selena Gomez is cute without taking a hit to my womanhood.”
“We’ll just say he doesn’t have a problem getting himself some.”
Which meant this Knox guy was probably a nine too, at least on the Cap Scale. Which meant twenty-seven on the regular one.
I needed to ask Luna if she’d lift the ban off new acquaintances for her birthday party so we could feel these guys out (particularly her, I was digging coming home to my hot guy and bourbon molasses salmon, and I felt the need to spread that joy).
Then again, if this guy was our age, she didn’t need to get in a cat fight with Jessie and Harlow over him. Someone might knock over the bowl of her famous pimento cheese spread.
My phone binged.
I read the text from Dad then told Cap, “Dad and Deb are in for dinner here Friday.”
“Great.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“No, baby.”
“You down with me putting my new stuff away?”
“Absolutely.”
I hopped off the barstool to do that.
But I went to him first for a kiss.
This time I got tongue, so things escalated, and I was hot, wet and panting, and the salad wasn’t finished, nor was my stuff put away, and we were about five minutes away from kitchen-floor sex, when the timer went off to tell us the salmon fillets were done.
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