“I’m not if you’re not,” I answered.
“I’m not.”
“I could tell.”
He came to me and rested his forearms on my shoulders. “So, when that comes, warning. I want in.”
“In?”
“On planning.”
He hadn’t made a secret of that, but it was nice to have confirmed.
I tipped my head to the side. “Do you have a dream wedding?”
“No. But I found my dream girl, so I’m gonna be in on planning because we’re both gonna have our dream wedding.”
Best answer evah.
“I’m losing track. Is it my turn to go down on you or is it your turn to go down on me?” I asked.
A slow smile spread across his face. “Sixty-nine?”
“I could do that.”
“You’re gonna have to lose the hat.”
I took it off and tossed it to the couch.
He started laughing.
Through it, he said, “I’ll shut down for the night. You get naked.”
I could do that too.
So that was exactly what I did.
TWENTY-FOUR
ARMY OF BROTHERS
The next morning, after sex, doggie break (my turn), coffee and date and peanut butter smoothies, Knox told me Cap was taking him into the office that morning.
We then made plans for me to pick him up for his doctor’s appointment, and if he got the all-clear, we’d go by his place so he could get his truck.
Even if Cap was his ride, he still walked me down to my car.
My run-in with his mother was annoying, but for me, it wasn’t that big of a deal.
He still was not taking any chances.
So many reasons to love my guy.
Tex’s special, as announced by the window, was s’more, and the illustration for the first time didn’t look that bad. I wasn’t sure he needed to add the fire when this s’more would come in coffee form, but it worked.
I turned in, parked, went in, stowed my bag, tied on my apron, headed out, and stopped dead when I saw Tex not making coffee in the cubby.
No.
