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“Stop!” His laughter fills my ears. “Did you tell Declan that one?” he asks.
“No. We didn’t want to embarrass her. We all started coughing, and she said, you all need cock drops. It was the funniest thing.”
“She’s a handful, that’s for sure.”
“Oh, and then we’re standing in line to order, and she asks Ramsey how ice cream is made. She explains from milk and other ingredients, which seems to pacify Blakely. We’re in the car on the way home, and she says, ‘Rams, thank you for the frozen cow.’”
“She did not.” Brooks wheezes with laughter through the line.
“She’s a trip.”
“She really is. I blame that on the fact that before Ramsey came into our lives on a permanent basis, my mom was the only female in her life. She’s basically being raised by a pack of wolves, with me, my brothers, and my dad.”
“Stop. You’re not that bad.” I chuckle.
“I guess not, but she’s not used to having all this girly stuff and girl time. It’s nice of you all to spend time with her.”
“She’s a good time.”
“She enjoys it. All she’s talked about for weeks is the sleepover at Deacon’s.”
“It was a fun night.”
“So, this weekend?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“How much time do I have? Hours? A day? All weekend? What do I have to work with and I’ll think of something?”
“I have no plans this weekend. I will have some grocery shopping and, more than likely, laundry if I don’t get to it during the week. Save one of the two days for me to get caught up with life since I’m working my half day this week.”
“One entire day. Oh, the possibilities,” he croons.
“What did I just get myself into?” I ask.
His deep throaty laugh flows through the line. “You’re safe with me, beautiful,” he assures me.
“I’m trusting you, Kincaid.” I keep my tone light.
“I’ve got five days. Mark Saturday off for me. My mom is pumped about using this new outdoor pizza oven next Sunday, so I can’t miss that.”
“I’ll have to check my schedule,” I tease.
“Saturday, Palmer.”
“Saturday,” I concede.
“It’s getting late, and I have to be up at five.”
“Have a good week,” I tell him.
“Do I have to go another full week without talking to you?” he asks.
“I know you’re busy.”
“When I text you, are you going to reply?” He ignores the out I’m giving him.
“I always do.”
