I was glad Ramsey was here, and now he was throwing himself into cooking with the boys, almost as though he didn’t want to remain in the same room with the adults.
Piper instinctively nuzzled against me. “Someone’s hungry,” I announced, having to shelve my thoughts about Ramsey for the time being.
“We have formula. You’re welcome to it,” Ash said.
“Thanks.” I looked at Flynn. “We really weren’t prepared to bring home a newborn.”
“Luckily we still have the boys’ baby furniture in the attic,” Flynn said. “Won’t be hard to find it.”
“Hawk! No!” Ramsey yelled.
The four of us looked at each other and then we were up out of our seats. As I entered the kitchen, my jaw dropped open. Noah was covered in flour. Hawk and Iain were squared off at opposite ends of the kitchen table, arms pulled back and just about to throw eggs at one another. Both of their tartan pajama tops were already sporting egg yolk. Hawk ran a hand over his forehead, pushing back his hair.
“What the hell?” Flynn demanded, pinning each boy with a stare.
“He started it,” Noah muttered.
“He, who?” Flynn asked.
“He,me.” Ramsey said as he raised a spatula in the air.
“My kitchen is a mess,” Ash moaned, brushing her cheek against Wee Duncan’s dark hair.
“You’re nothing but a big child,” I said to Ramsey as I stepped over a concoction of eggs, flour, and milk that should’ve become biscuits or pancakes.
“Are you going to ground me?” Ramsey asked. “Please, please, please ground me. I like it when you get all Queen B.”
“Flynn, take the baby,” I commanded.
Flynn immediately lifted Piper from my arms. I kept my gaze on Ramsey as I stalked toward him. Everyone was silent, staring at me.
I picked up an egg out of the carton and glanced at it. Then I looked at Ramsey and in one swift movement, I cracked it over his head. Yolk and shell dribbled down his hair, coating the sides of his face.
He grinned. “Game on, Barrett. Game on.”
Chapter16
SASHA
Quinn attemptedto get out of bed, but I grasped her wrist and pulled her back down to the mattress. And then I rolled on top of her and pinned her beneath my body, smiling down at her beauty. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Some of us need hydration to live,” she remarked dryly.
I reluctantly released her, though it physically pained me to do it. Before she climbed from our bed, she clasped the back of my head, hauled me toward her, and placed her plump lips on mine, easing her tongue into my mouth.
Every fiber of my being lit with desire.
“I’ve got plans for you,” I said, watching her gracefully prowl around the room in a pink satin robe that concealed creamy Irish skin from my hungry gaze.
“You had plans for me earlier,” she reminded me with a cheeky grin. “And those all went to hell.”
“You know I can’t think straight, let alone talk straight, when you grasp my—”
She let out a laugh.
“You did it on purpose. Every time I bring it up, you distract and deflect. Or you blame it on Helena.”
“Speaking of Helena, she’s going to be up from her nap soon.”
