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When Jameson’s lips slant against mine, and his tongue slides into my mouth, I don’t think about anything except how good it feels. I want him so much. I love him so much.
When he finally pulls back, he slides his arm over my shoulders. “And I’m still planning on taking you home and putting you to bed after this.”
My smile is so big that my cheeks hurt. “Maybe I’m putting you to bed after this?”
“As long as I end up in your bed with you, I don’t much care how we get there, babe.”
I need to tell this man I love him.
I’m not sure I can wait one more day to say those words to him.
chapter fifty
jameson
I tell Lily I need her help with the front door, so she stays with me until I can go back into the kitchen with her. It’s not a lie. Planing the bottom of the door so it slides into the frame is actually kind of hard to do with my cast. And this way, Lily can hold the door steady for me.
Whatever happened with her mom, it upset her. And I’m not letting her go back in there alone. I know they have their issues, but I honestly don’t know what they are. She’s never talked to me about it. She probably talks to Jacks or Gunnar about it. That changes now.
“All done. Thanks for your help, Lemon.”
“Thanks for fixing that. And thanks for being here tonight.”
After putting the tools back in the toolbox, I return it to the closet under the stairs. Then I take Lily’s hand in mine. “I’m always going to be here when you need me. Now, let’s go see what’s happening in the kitchen.”
The minute we step into the kitchen, Lily heads to the fridge to refill her glass. When she holds up another beer, I nod.
“There you two are. How did it go with the door?”
“Good. It shouldn’t give you any more trouble. Thanks for letting me borrow this one. I needed someone to hold the door steady for me. Do you need any help with dinner? I’m actually a decent cook.”
“He’s an amazing cook.”
“Really? That’s so interesting. Why don’t you have a seat at the table? Lily doesn’t mind helping me.”
“I really don’t mind, and I can guarantee that I’m better in the kitchen than she is. Your daughter has many talents, but cooking is not one of them. Trust me, she’s better at doing the dishes.”
“Mom’s a fan of traditional gender roles. And eternally disappointed that I never learned to be a perfect little homemaker.”
I can see why Lily always spent so much time at our place growing up. My parents let her run wild, like they did with the rest of us. She had to help with stuff when she was at the farm, but it was never different stuff than the rest of us were doing because she was a girl.
“I don’t know about that. But I know how she’s taken care of me since I broke my arm. She’s been perfect.” Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss Lily on the temple, and then pat her on the ass with my good hand. “Sit down, Lemon. Let your man handle this.”
“You call her Lemon? That’s sweet,” Mrs. Wilson says, smiling at me.
My Lemon is the sweet one. Sweet and salty. And fucking perfect for me.
After washing my hands at the sink, I turn to Lily’s mom. “Okay, what can I do to help?”
“Oh, ummm. Could you slice the bread for the table?”
“You’ve got it.”
“Cutting boards are in the bottom cupboard, to the right of the stove. Knives are in the block on the counter.”
“Thanks for the assist, Lemon.”
“Why do you call her Lemon?”
