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J.T. nodded. “Yes, ma’am. This is Castle Springs. How much trouble could we possibly get into?”
Jake shook his head. “Don’t say that. Have you never watched a movie or read a book? Never say, ‘what could possibly happen?’ Or ‘I’ll be right back.’”
“I know. I’m just saying there’s nothing to worry about.” J.T. pointed at him. “Don’t wait up for us. That’d just be embarrassing.”
“I won’t wait up for you.”
Jake and Ember were doing the dishes, with her washing and Jake drying. She handed him a plate then nudged him. Lucy was right, you know?”
“About what?”
“About your wonderful kids.”
“Hmm. I believe they turned out alright.”
She handed him another plate. “But you’re still going to wait up for them, aren’t you?”
He smiled at her. “Not blatantly. I’ll wait in our room by the window. When Sawyer comes home. I’ll know they’re all safe.”
“How’d you make it through three years of Sage and Sawyer being gone in Missoula?”
“I don’t know.”
She turned to him and put her arms around his neck. “Are you sure you want to go through this whole process again from scratch?”
The water from her hands was dripping down his back. “You’re getting me wet.”
“Just answer the question.”
He kissed her. “I’m sure. As a matter of fact, I think we should move the time line up a little if you’re willing.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. What do you say we start working on the O’Connell family part two.”
“I say, let’s get these dishes done and go work up a gameplan.”
“A gameplan, huh?”
“Yeah. Making a baby requires planning and—”
Jake kissed her. “Making a baby only requires one thing. And we’re pretty damn good at that one thing.” He looked at the dirty dishes remaining. “Maybe we’ll let Lucy finish these up.”
Ember turned off the water and dried her hands. “Yeah. We should get you out of that wet shirt.”
Chapter seven
"I can beat you drunk, sober, unconscious..."
When J.T., Sawyer, and Sage walked into The Corner Bar, Sage stopped in the doorway and looked around the crowded room. It was mostly filled with cowboys and women who were looking to spend time with a cowboy.
Sawyer nudged her. “Stop acting like a tourist.”
J.T. took her arm. “Be cool. Remember?”
“I’m cool.” She followed her brothers to a table. “It’s all so cliché.”
“How so?”
