Page 80 of Already Callin’ You Mine

His deep voice sends a shiver through me, especially with the way he says mama. Like it’s his name for me, filled with love, respect, and a carnal need, rather than mirroring my kid. I like it. A lot.

“Good.”

“Having fun?”

I twist, facing him and stealing a kiss. “You know what, I am actually. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I’m really glad the cute cowboy sheriff asked us to join him.”

Jace groans, soft and low, loud enough that only I hear him. “I’m just glad you think I asked, rather than invited myself along.”

“Whichever it is, I’m happy you did. I wanted to ask you, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

“Pres,” he squeezes me, tightening his grip so his fingers dig into me slightly. The pressure feels good, making me crave more. Preferably when there isn’t so much fabric in between us. “When it comes to me, be presumptuous. Please.”

Butterflies take flight in my chest, my tummy doing somersaults. I need something just as sexy and swoony to say back to him. Something that will hopefully make him feel just as weak-kneed and fluttery as I do right now.

The buzz of my phone distracts me, pulling me out of the moment. Reaching into the collar of my dress, I yank my phone from my bra. Jace’s eyes go wide, pinned to my cleavage, the accompanying shit-eating grin exactly what I would have expected having just basically grabbed my own boob.

“This thing doesn’t have pockets,” I defend, trying to draw his attention away from my boobs.

“Had I realized that’s where you’ve been keeping that all night, I’d have sent you every picture I took of Otis on that tractor.”

I shake my head, laughing as I look at my phone. My mom’s name appears next to the text notification.

Mom

Haunted house too much for little O, meltdown in progress.

My heart leaps, worry taking over. Right as another message whooshes into the chat.

Mom

We’ve got him. Sleepover at Nana and Paps tonight. You stay and have fun. Adult fun

Only my mother…

“What is it?” Jace asks.

I turn the phone so he can read the messages. Scanning the screen, his eyes move swiftly, lighting up like a Christmas tree when he gets to the winky face.

“Have I told you how much I like your mom?” He laughs. “She’s team Woody.”

I throw my head back, barking out a laugh. “What if I told you I am too?”

Waggling his eyebrows, Jace’s eyes go dark. A deep, rich chocolate that would rival any one of the candy bars given out tonight.

“Then I’d say it’s time we went home and used our adults only time wisely.”