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“Weewean!” Leith calls to her while descending the stairs. His broad shoulders fill out a sweater. I almost smirk as Leith receives the same treatment that I did. Mia sucks her thumb, resting in Brody’s arms.
Mia’s tiny voice pitches in excitement. “Justice! Are you my new auntie?”
“Hey, Mia, long time no see.”
“So, are you mynewauntie?” Mia asks.
“Sweetheart, ye have nae aunties yet.” Leith grips her under one arm, lifting her away from Brody, spinning her around.
“I do, Daddy. Uncle Brody always gives me a new auntie. Then they give me gifts too.” She uses her father’s body like a jungle gym without regard for her safety. “Justice, where’s my gift?”
While I stare down at them from the top of the stairs, I watch a small smile press along the edges of Justice’s mouth. “Sorry, Mia. I wish I had a gift for you. But I’m not one of your uncle’s . . . ahem . . . I’m not your new auntie.”
“Chevelle,” Nan calls from behind me.
“Nan,” I give her a one-armed hug, and we head down the stairs. “My friend Justice—”
“Mam, Justice Flowers can stay in my auld room, or I can take her home,” Brody says. “If she goes home, I’m not sure when I’ll return here. Given the circumstances, it’s best she stays here. Under our protection.”
A peach blush creeps up Justice’s throat. She says, “I don’t want to put you out?”
“Och, sweetheart.” Nan hugs her. “My son has apparently spoken for the both of us. Ye’re underourprotection, Justice.”
I blink. Wow, I had already been feeling awkward about asking, though I intended to. I guess my worry was unnecessary.
Nan gestures toward the expansive stairs. “Justice, I’ll show ye to a guest room.”
“Nae,” Brody says. “I’ve got it. Chevelle’s scrawny legs can’t lift these bags anyways.”
I step to the side. “I’m sorry I left you both.”
“That’s okay.” Justice hugs me. “I can’t thank you enough.”
I parrot Brody’s sentiments as he retorts for her not to thank me. Rolling my eyes, I add, “I think we both know what it feels like to have a sister now.”
I start to follow them upstairs when, through the front doors, Big Brody can be seen coming up the pathway. A sharp suit cleans up his usual lumberjack look.
“Chevelle, Leith.” Little Brody clicks his tongue. From my peripheral, my husband ceases his retreat, places Mia down, and smacks her bottom.
After Big Brody enters, Nan’s all over him. I lower my gaze. Leith forks a hand through his hair. His eyes shine up at mine—lethal, livid, and strikingly beautiful.
I stop myself from the sharp intake of air. This is the part where he’d say, “Take a picture, hen.”
Between kisses and laughs, Big Brody exclaims, “The two of ye meet me in my study. I’ll be there.”
Nan adds, “Go wait for him.”
Without hesitating, Leith follows the order like an obedient soldier. I doubt Big Brody will let Nan out of his sight, or maybe it’s the other way around. But at least someone’s getting some this evening. With the sound of laughter to my rear and a stark present before me, I head to the study.
Leith’s seated on the couch, muscles stretching beneath his jeans. One ropy arm rests lazily over the headrest. I take a seat at the desk.
“Leith—”
“Ye gave up on us already, right? I’m justfeckin’catching up.”
“Too late! I spent seventeen—”
“Seventeen hours in labor. Aye.” He runs the back of his hand along his bristled jaw and lush lips. “I had yer pussy first, too. Mind that. Took almost all yer good years—isn’t thatwitwomen like ye say? Someone took all yer good years?”
