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I push out my bottom lip. “Oh, you poor baby.”
His eyes twinkle with amusement as he reaches over to flick me in the nose. “Keep teasing, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can keep it up when I have you bent over this tab—”
Cooper makes a loud choking noise, drawing our attention. I glance at him and notice his wide eyes, my cheeks heating.
“You know, one would think you’d have prepared yourself for this by now, Coop,” Maddox teases and then plants a big sloppy kiss on my hot cheek.
Cooper takes a long swig of his beer, finishing it off. “I don’t think anything could prepare me for hearing your god-awful dirty talk.”
“Terrible?” he asks with mock offense.
Cooper offers me a sympathetic smile. “I feel for poor Braxton.”
I giggle, the empty bottle of wine on the table suddenly catching my attention.Did I drink all of that?
“Don’t. It’s notthatbad.” I wink at Maddox, but I might have closed both my eyes. The following deep laugh that kisses my shoulder makes me believe I did.
“Blink twice if he’s forcing you to say that,” Cooper whispers, his hands cupped around his mouth.
I make a show of not blinking.
Dox points at me and then at Cooper. “See? Don’t be jealous.”
“Jealous isn’t the word I would use.”
“Liar.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“And you need a girlfriend. Maybe she could help teach you the art of dirty talk. For an artist, I expected you to be good at all art forms. Maybe I was wrong.”
Cooper narrows his eyes. “You did not just compare real art to dirty talk.”
“Oh, I did alright. What are you gonna do about it?”
I cover my mouth with the back of my hand to stifle my laugh. “Maddox, leave him alone.”
He looks at me innocently. “I’m just trying to help.”
Cooper snorts a laugh. “You just want me to find a woman so you have an excuse to go on double dates.”
“You make it sound like you wouldn’t enjoy being on a double date with us,” Maddox mutters.
This time, I don’t hold back my laugh. “You two still sound like an old married couple.”
“I’m the husband, right?” Maddox asks.
Cooper shakes his head. “No way. You’re definitely the wife.”
“Me? Not possible.”
“Well, it’s not me.”
“How is work going, Coop?” I ask, raising my voice so that I’m heard over their bickering. As adorable as it is, if I don’t move this conversation along, we’ll be here all night.
Cooper looks at me with a grin, his brown eyes bright. “Amazing. My students are incredibly talented. They’re excited about their end-of-the-year projects.”
Cooper is a high school art teacher, but his end goal is to be a university professor. It’s been his dream for as long as I can remember. It makes me happy to know he’s happy.
