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“Hey, everyone. I hear you’re new in town.”
I still can’t see Avery’s sister, but she seems to still.
“I’m not new,” Avery says with a frown.
It takes me a second to respond. I’m waiting for her sister to turn, but when she doesn’t, I say to Avery, “I know you aren’t.”
Her sister draws in a deep breath, then turns to face me.
Oh, fuck me.
Every nerve ending in my body goes on high alert. My cock stirs, my hands start to sweat. It’s…fuck. This woman has starred in every dream for the past six weeks. I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind. I can’t even think of another woman, not after having her in my bed.
There’s a long beat of silence as I stand there holding the tray of food. I can’t think. Memories of our first kiss, the way my hands felt on her thighs, the way she moaned my name, fill my head. I want to grab her, pull her up out of that booth. I just want to touch her.
“Mason?” Avery says, cutting into the thoughts that are crowding my mind. I blink and look at her. It takes some effort, but I give her a smile.
“Sorry. It’s been insane.”
“Is Jessica okay?”
I nod. “She just needed a break.”
It’s then that I get a look at Liv’s kids. Next to her sits a little boy with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
“I bet you have the ribs, sir.”
“I do!” I set the plate down in front of him. My gaze swings to the sullen tween sitting next to Avery.
“You must have the pulled pork,” I say, setting her meal on the table.
“Avery, you always have the brisket with fries, so that leaves Liv with the brisket with beans.”
As soon as I set the plate down, Avery asks, “How do you know her name?”
I glance at Avery. There are a lot of people who think she’s an idiot. She’s definitely an odd duck, but she doesn’t miss much. Her eyes narrow slightly as her gaze ping-pongs back and forth between Liv and me.
The woman in question still hasn’t said anything.
“Uh, Jessica told me.”
Her expression relaxes. “Oh, of course.”
I turn to Liv again, who is looking at me with a strange mixture of horror and need. I bet I’m wearing the same expression.
“It’s nice to meet y’all. Let us know if there is anything else you need.”
“Of course,” she says, the two words barely above a whisper, but I feel them down to my soul.
As I walk back to the kitchen, I feel like I’m on a ship in the middle of a storm. I push my way through the door and set the tray down, then walk out through the kitchen, taking Jessica by the arm—gently—and tugging her out into the alley behind my restaurant.
“What is going on, Mason? Jeez.”
“Tell me everything you know about Liv.”
Her eyes widen, then her mouth curves. “So, got a thing for the mom?”
“Jessica.”
