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“Sure is.”
Blake secured her free hand and they walked toward the circular driveway located in front of the dairy barn. “As long as Grant and I remain your only drug of choice, I believe we can work on a satisfactory treatment plan.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she said, swinging their arms as she walked out to greet her brothers.
“Good. We’re not going anywhere. You’re stuck with us.”
“Speaking of leaving,” Blake began, shooting Grant a smirk. “I haven’t heard you mention moving to Florida again. Does Morgan have anything to do with that?”
Grant chuckled. “I told you I was moving south for two reasons—hot chicks and football.”
“I’ll wear a Jacksonville jersey to bed. How’s that?” she asked.
Grant growled. “In matters of sports, I prefer two-hand-touch and skin-on-skin.”
“Do you?” she asked, her focus returning to the truck. Her heart raced. Her pulse picked up a notch. The driver’s side opened and closed. Here we go.
Kit reached in the back and retrieved a piece of luggage. The passenger’s side door opened a few seconds later. Kemper exited the truck, helping a woman away from the bench-style seat.
“Who the hell is that?” Morgan asked.
“Never seen her before,” Grant said, squeezing her hand.
“Morgan!” Kemper exclaimed, running toward her the second he saw her from under his tented hand. As he approached, Morgan eyed the brother behind him. Kit’s body went rigid. He squared his shoulders. The duffle bag fell at his feet and he slowly turned to face her.
Kit stared at her like he wasn’t sure he could trust his eyes. Then, as if her presence there finally registered, Kit sprinted toward her, too. “Oh my God, Morgan!”
They ran as fast as they could, greeting her with open arms. After the warm welcome was extended, Kit grabbed her hand and said, “Come on. We have someone we want you to meet. You’ll love her. There’s something about her. She’s a lot like you.”
“That could mean trouble,” Grant warned them.
Morgan elbowed him. “I’m worth it, remember?”
“Ask me in a year or two, and I’ll let you know.”
“Tell you what,” she said saucily. “I’ll ask you in fifty or sixty.”
THE END
