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“She didn’t.” Or did she? Aria is obsessed with IG, and her followers are all over her posts and reels. If she ever quits her job as a Technical Recruiter, she can probably make money as an Instagram Influencer.
“She did.”
I can’t help but laugh to myself. “Wow. Okay.”
“When you get home, we need to discuss a few things—maybe over dinner?” I immediately pick up on the shift in his tone.
“Sounds serious.” I turn my radio down. “Good stuff or bad stuff?” Maybe he’s ready for me and Liam to move out.
“Work stuff.” Ah. Okay. He’s been thinking about opening a new restaurant in Austin, so maybe that’s what this is about. I don’t know how he juggles it all—managing and growing his brand while remaining a present dad. Things get a little hectic at times with balancing our schedules, but we support each other’s dreams one hundred percent. Whatever he wants to talk about, we’ll figure it out. We always do.
“Let’s plan to eat at seven thirty because traffic is horrible,” I say.
“There’s a concert happening at the NRG Stadium tonight.”
I prop my elbow on my car door. “That explains it.”
“Hey, David’s returning my call,” he says abruptly. “I need to take this.”
“All right. Tell your brother I said hello.” I turn back up the radio.
“Will do. I’ll see you soon.”
“You will. Hopefully, if I can make it through this traffic at a decent clip.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
I’m completely over the day. It takes me an hour to get home. Liam is screaming his head off when I pull into the garage next to the other Bentley. Hunter beat us home. His Porsche is parked on the other side of his Bentley. He must’ve heard the garage door open because he comes through the side door as I’m turning the SUV off. I unlock the doors.
Hunter walks around to Liam’s side and opens the door. “How long has he been crying?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“That sounds fun.” He unbuckles our screaming baby boy and lifts him from his car seat, putting him over his shoulder. I hop out of the SUV and walk around to the back. “Leave the groceries,” Hunter says, rubbing Liam’s back.
“I can grab a few bags or I can take Liam.”
“I got it.” When Hunter’s around, he never lets me carry groceries. “Go relax before you start dinner. But come here first. You look sexy as fuck with your hair like that.”
I go to him. A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “You like it?”
His blue eyes sweep over my face and hair. “Love it. Now go.”
“So damn bossy,” I mutter as I turn from him. Before I can get far, a hand slaps my ass. I yelp, jumping away from him, but I love it when he does that.
* * *
Hunter spends time with Liam while I put the last touches on dinner. The sound of their laughter lifts my mood to an higher place. The weather is nice out, so I set the table on the deck with our plates and drinks. Hunter brings Liam’s high chair out with us, sitting it next to his chair. We take our seats and say grace before falling into conversation while eating our food.
“Are you familiar with the show Culinary Masters?” Hunter asks, feeding Liam some applesauce and baby cereal.
“The competitive cooking show.”
“That’s the one.”
Culinary Masters is a reality TV show where twenty contestants from across the country compete in a series of challenges. Every season takes place in a different city, spanning across the country. Every week, three judges eliminate one contestant until they crown the final winner as culinary master, giving them a cash prize and bragging rights.
“Have you seen it?” He slices his fork into the eggplant roll and takes his first bite. I study his reaction to see what he thinks.
