Page 64 of More Than My Hometown

“I know, but I’m adding to it, and I think it’s important that we do it properly.”

“Okay…”

“And I’m very, very serious about this. Promise me you won’t laugh.”

Pressing our hands together, she looks me in the eye, as serious as I’ve ever seen her.

“If we have girls, and they want to learn, you’ll teach them to shoot and hunt and all that just like you would the boys.”

I wrap my hand around hers, completing the handshake hold, and squeeze. This is the easiest thing I’ve ever promised.

“Of course.”

“And if genetics works against us, and we end up with one of each, we curse the universe, but we don’t go for the third.”

There is determination in her declaration, leaving no room for doubt that right here, right now, she means this. My stupid own sly smile starts to form and I have to fight it, afraid that it’ll look too much like a laugh—something I promised I wouldn’t do.

Nodding, I reach deep inside and keep my face as straight as possible, knowing that I won’t keep that part of my promise the day she looks at me and tells me she wants more. Because there is no way I’m ever going to be able to deny her what she wants.

“I swear it in ketchup,” I say.

“Most sacred bond there is,” she says with a giggle.

I kiss her, softly at first, then deepening it. At least as much as I can with our hands still clasped together between us, oozing with ketchup. Turns out those packets came in handy after all.

“You’re gonna need another hot dog—that one is ruined,” I say as she pulls back.

Maisey nods, that impish look still in her eyes. “Can we toast the buns this time?”

My dick twitches again, my mind instantly filling with dirty thoughts. All because she said buns.

“Oh, I’ll toast your buns…”

“Save that for after, please.” She drags her core against my crotch, wiggling as she climbs out of my lap and back into her own chair. “That’s what the sex tent is for.”

Hell yes.