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I put my hands on his chest. “Huck, what are we doing?”
He kissed the side of my mouth. “I’m currently trying to grope you.”
I laughed and shook my head. “No. I mean …” I paused.
This was nice. No, it was wonderful. Did I really want to press him to put a name to it? Yesterday, he’d been different. He had said things to me and promised me this was long-term.
“I’m just here for the food. Please carry on.” Gage’s voice stopped me from having to decide what I was going to say.
I smiled and started to move out of Huck’s arms, but he held me tightly, not letting me go.
“You made their damn breakfast,” he said, lowering his mouth to my neck to kiss it.
“Aren’t you hungry?” I asked him.
“Very, but what I want is between your legs.”
“Get a room,” Levi said, then yawned as he walked into the kitchen.
“Shut up. Let them go at it. I like watching,” Gage told him, making me blush.
Huck glared at him over my head, which only made him laugh.
“We got that thing to handle today. Either fuck her or eat.”
Huck nodded, and his hold on me loosened. “Eat with me,” he said.
I followed him to the island and put the blueberry pancakes and a piece of bacon on my plate, then walked over to sit at the table. Gage pushed the maple syrup in my direction. I reached for it as Huck sat down beside me. His plate was loaded this morning. He never ate that much. I didn’t say anything though. I loved knowing he liked eating my food.
Gage was looking at me as he chewed his food. I met his gaze, and he glanced at Huck a moment, then back at me.
“Trinity, you never talk about your parents,” he said.
Huck turned his head to look at Gage. I saw a silent conversation they seemed to have with their eyes. What was this about?
“Uh, well, my mom died, giving birth to me. My dad died of a heart attack ten, well, almost eleven months ago,” I told him.
He leaned back in his chair with his cup of coffee. “Your dad ever remarry?”
Tabitha was not someone I wanted to talk about. Especially after last night.
“Yes. When I was ten.”
Huck slid his hand over my thigh and held it there.
Gage’s gaze turned serious. “You don’t like her.”
“No.”
“Why?”
Huck’s hand squeezed my leg, but he didn’t tell Gage to stop asking questions. I wasn’t sure why he was asking, and it seemed strange, as if they’d discussed this before doing it.
“She was mean. She didn’t like me,” I told him.
I didn’t want to talk about this. My chest felt tight, and I put my hand over Huck’s.
“No more,” Huck said to Gage.
