Page 58 of Love At Close Range

“Well, you’on have to worry about that now because I’m here and I’m not going anywhere… aight?”

I nodded.

Instead of responding, he leaned down and kissed me. It started slow, but his hand moved to my butt and pulled me closer while mine slid up around his neck. We seemed to be lost in the moment before I finally pulled away when he started running his hands up the back of my shirt.

“Let me go shower and change so we can go,” I simpered.

“Let me come help you.” He smirked.

“No, thank you. Go make sure your son is okay while I get myself together,” I instructed and he did not like that.

“Ree…” Lennox groaned as he grabbed himself.

“You’ll be alright. Go get your son together and I might see what I can do when we get back.” I winked.

I guess that’s all it took for him to give me one last kiss and squeeze to my butt before he left and headed toward Rhyse’s room.

By the time I came back out, Lennox and Rhyse were already downstairs waiting for me. Rhyse was stretched across the couch with his tablet while Lennox stood near the front door looking at his phone. The second he saw me, his eyes left the screen and slowly moved over me.

“You look good,” he complimented with a kiss.

“Thank you.” I pulled away and grabbed my purse from the table.

“Can I get a steak?” Rhyse asked he jumped up from the couch.

“You gone eat it?” Lennox asked him as we headed to his truck.

“I might.” Rhyse shrugged.

All I did was shake my head because I knew Lennox was going to get that steak and Rhyse was going to play over it.

Dinner was easy, and I liked that more than I wanted to admit. Nobody was forcing conversation or trying to make more of it than it was. Rhyse naturally did enough talking for all three of us, complaining about some boy named Malik.

“He cheat,” Rhyse announced before stuffing a fry into his mouth.

“Cheats,” I corrected.

“That too.” He shrugged.

“How is he cheating?” Lennox asked with a chuckle.

“He be stepping over the line before they pass the ball,” Rhyse said.

“That ain’t cheating if nobody’s calling it, son,” Lennox explained.

“They called it!” Rhyse argued. “He just kept doing it.”

“So what you mad for?” Lennox asked. “You playing defense, ain’t you?”

“Yeah.” Rhyse nodded in confirmation.

“Then stop his ass… problem solved.” Lennox smirked as he stuck his fist out for Rhyse to dap with his own.

“Please don’t have my child going back to camp tomorrow tackling people,” I said as I pointed my fork at Lennox.

“He ain’t gone tackle nobody, Ree. It’s basketball… not football,” Lennox laughed.

I looked between both of them and shook my head. “Okay. When I get a call tomorrow, I’m giving them your daddy’s number.”