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“I hope Wyatt treated you right and gave you both the star treatment,” I say to Marlow.
“He did with this one right here,” she says, tilting her head toward Dakota, a funny expression crossing her face. “Me? Not so much.”
“Do I need to kick his ass?” I ask.
She bursts out laughing. “No, no.”
Dakota has lifted her head up and is holding out her hand toward me. “That’ll be a quarter.” Her brows furrow when she looks at her mom. “Are there swear jars in Cologado?”
I crack up and dig in my pocket for a quarter, placing it in Dakota’s hand. Under my breath, I mutter to Sofie, “I’ll have to learn from you, dammi-dalmatian.”
“Gotta be fast on your feet with this one,” she says softly.
Marlow shakes her head, laughing as she swipes her hand over her face. “Colorado. And we’ll have to pull out the swear jar when we move into our new place. I’m not sure if Auntie Sof has a swear jar or not.”
We all laugh and Sofie makes a face at Dakota. “I’ll work on it, okay? For now, you can keep that in your backpack.”
“I can’t believe I said anything about your brother,” Marlow says, making a face at me. “I’m obviously low on sleep and good sense. He was fine. He got to the bottom of what’s going on with Dakota and treated her like a queen.”
I wait for her to say what happened, but she leaves it at that. Guess I’ll have to ask Wyatt what he did. And clean up my language unless I have more change on hand.
“Is anyone as hungry as I am?” Sofie asks. “It’s ready.” She motions to the plates next to the stove. “I was about to set the table when y’all came in, so we may as well fill our plates right here.”
I smile, but when she looks at me in question, I just take the plate she’s holding out and motion for her to get her food first. I don’t draw attention to the fact that her southern accent is sneaking out more now that Marlow and Dakota are here. Still not as strong as theirs, but faint and soft.
I like it. It doesn’t feel like a betrayal anymore, the way it did when I first heard her speak again. Now it feels like part of her and the history she brought back to me. I’m no longer threatened by what she experienced while she was gone.
And that feels like a huge step in the right direction.
CHAPTERFORTY-THREE
PARTY FOR ONE
SOFIE
It’s Saturday night and I’ve just slipped on my party dress. An icy blue satin with thin straps and a flared skirt that hits above my knees, the wide, swooping neckline is beautiful and gives the otherwise classic dress a sexier, bolder look.
I think Grinny will approve.
Her grandson sure does.
He hasn’t stopped staring at me since he walked into the room, looking all kinds of sinful in his cream suit and light green shirt. His tanned skin and dark eyes stand out against the light colors.
“There’s time to lift that skirt and have my way with you,” he says, whipping me around so I face the dresser as he kisses up my neck and his hand slides up my skirt.
“A little less conversation, a little more action, please,” I quote Elvis, my eyes meeting Theo’s in the mirror.
He turns and takes off his jacket and tosses it on the bed, rolling up his sleeves as he stalks toward me, eyeing me like I’m his prey. I shiver and lick my lips in anticipation, and his grin is devious.
Turning from the mirror, I point to his pants that have a nice tent going on and give him my own devious grin.
“What about those? You don’t want to wrinkle your pants.”
“I’m going to make you wait for this,” he says, palming himself.
My mouth parts, the need for him overwhelming. We’d already been having sex at least twice a day before I went to Texas, but since I got back, and even more so since Marlow and Dakota moved into a condo at the lodge two days ago, we’ve been insatiable. We weren’t in any rush for them to move, but when Scarlett told Marlow she was welcome to take the empty condo, she jumped on it. And as much as I love having them here, at the moment, itisreally nice to have the place to ourselves.
“I don’t think I can wait,” I tell him. And I mean it.
