“You're right. It’s entirely possible with them.” I smirk, and she laughs.
The guys are cleaning up the table as we leave the bedroom. It’s a delicious sight. In my experience, men didn’t do basic tasks like this. My father had employees who did everything for him. It makes them even sexier.
“I’m off,” Rylee says.
“Here.” Remy walks toward her, holding a card out. “Get what you need.”
“Any requests?” she asks.
“Bacon,” Bane says, and I turn wide eyes his way. There is no way he would know about my dream. He tilts his head, and I feel the blush on my cheeks.
“I made a list,” Remy says.
“I’ve changed my mind.” She grins at me. “I’m going to love having a chef in the house.”
“Thanks, Rylee,” Hunter says. “This means a lot.”
“No worries.” She winks at me and leaves.
Silence descends. I thread my fingers behind my back, unsure of what to say.
“You have to rinse the dishes before you put them in the dishwasher,” Hunter grumbles to Lawson.
“Why? That’s the point of the machine. Wash the dishes,” Lawson says.
“You just do.” Hunter takes the plate out of his hands.
“It’s ridiculous. That’s twice the work.” Lawson yanks the dish back.
“It’s easier on the dishwasher,” Hunter continues.
“The whole point of having this,” he points at the open washer, “Is to make less work for us.”
“I agree.” Hunter stares at him until Lawson rinses the plate. I roll my lips, and Hunter glances at me and winks.
“You're on my side, right? Haven?” Lawson asks.
“Totally.” I smile.
“How do we end up having such odd conversations?” Bane asks.
“We’re making up for all the years of missed ones,” Remy says.
“Probably,” Lawson mutters.
“Haven,” Remy says softly, and I look at him. “I’m leaving for a bit. The restaurant is open, and I need to check in.” He doesn’t move from the end of the table, so I walk toward him. He smiles, and I know it was the right move. “I’ll be back before supper to cook.” I stop in front of him, and he tilts his head. “It’s always your choice to come to us,” he whispers, playing with the ends of my hair. “So much of it.” His focus is on his hand. “Makes me have ideas.” My body warms, and I want to hear his ideas. “Not yet.” He threads his fingers through the hair behind my ear and leans down. “I’m not going to ask.” My question about what he means is answered as he kisses me.
Two thoughts: Damn, he can kiss, and I’m glad I brushed my teeth. I place my hands on his stomach and stretch to my toes. He holds my head, so all I have to do is hang on. What a ride it is. He’s not forceful. He plays languidly, his tongue caressing slowly, thoroughly, consumingly. He kisses like he moves. Controlling every movement, yet you can sense the danger if he doesn’t get what he wants. My skin vibrates with need.
He eases back, kissing me gently before dropping his hand. I drop to the balls of my feet and stare at him. My doubts are gone. I’m drawn to him in a way I didn’t think existed.
“Be good,” he says.
“Why wouldn’t I be good?” I breathe.
“I was talking to them.” He nods at his brothers, grins, and walks out the door. I exhale harshly and press my hand to my stomach.
“I have to check in with Heath,” Bane says, and I shake my head. “Same. Be good.” He glances at Lawson and Hunter. I watch him walk toward me. If he kisses me, I’ll become a puddle on the ground. “Keep my shirt on.” He trails his knuckles down my cheek, and I lean into his touch. “Bye, baby.” He opens the door.
