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Nathan tucks her face into his shoulder, running his hand up and down her back and resting his head back against the wall. Crew and I both lean back against the walls behind us.
A few minutes pass with all of us just breathing and recovering and appreciating all ofthis.
But eventually Crew looks around and says, “Yes, I know this RV was a brilliant idea. You are all fucking welcome. And yes, I’m happy to be in charge of transportation for all future road trips, holidays, and vacations.”
“No,” Nathan and I say at the same time.
But we’re all grinning.
Well, all except Dani.
She’s fallen asleep against Nathan.
CHAPTER11
Michael
I wakeup on Christmas morning at six, stiff from our cramped sleeping conditions but sighing contentedly. Last night was incredible. I can never get enough of Dani.
Sliding off the couch I moved to after the others fell asleep, I pull on joggers and a sweatshirt. The bedroom is quiet, so I assume everyone else is sleeping, which gives me an opportunity to spend a few minutes with Kevin and Mary by myself.
After stepping into my sneakers, I glance into the bedroom. Dani is in the middle of the bed, her hair a riot of auburn curls in the morning sun peeking through the RV window. She looks beautiful and peaceful, a single slender foot poking out from under the sheet. Crew’s hand is resting on her stomach, which has caused the top of the sheet to drag down, exposing the swell of her breast. She’s facing Nathan, who is jammed against the wall. Her hand is splayed over his head, as if she was running her fingers through his hair when she dropped off to sleep.
Being with her here is the only Christmas gift I need, but I also can’t wait for her to meet my family. I don’t expect they’ll ask a lot of questions because they assume everyone’s relationship is their own business. I just want them to understand and appreciate why I’m in love with Dani and what these two other men offer her.
Which they will, I’m confident of that.
Dani’s parents, on the other hand, still need some time and some coaxing.
I figure it won’t hurt to butter them up with some pancakes.
Mary comes into the kitchen ten minutes later in a robe and slippers, eyeing me curiously. “Do I smell coffee?”
“You do. Would you like a cup?” I reach for a mug. I’ve already started the pancake batter I’m making from scratch, and the coffee has just finished brewing.
“I would love one.”
“Cream and sugar?”
“Yes, please. Forty years in this house, and I’ve never once woken up to coffee made for me.”
I finish stirring in the sugar and hand her the mug. “Then Merry Christmas, Mary.”
She gives a small smile. “Thank you, Michael. Merry Christmas.”
“Should I get a cup ready for Kevin?”
“Oh, Kevin is not a morning person.” She sips and eyes me over the rim. “Besides, I think he drank way more of that bourbon than he’s used to. He was snoring like a freight train all night. I hope it didn’t wake you up.”
“Not at all,” I say smoothly, not willing to admit we all hightailed it to the RV. “I hope you don’t mind me poking around your kitchen and starting some pancakes.”
“Michael, no one, and I mean no one, has ever just taken it upon themselves to start cooking in my kitchen without me.”
I pause, whisk in hand, concerned that I’ve now totally offended her.
But Mary sighs. “And I absolutely love it. This is amazing. Thank you.”
Relieved, I put the whisk in the eggs and make quick business of them. “I enjoy cooking. I think it’s something I learned from my mother. Feeding people is an easy way to show them you care about them.”
