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A wry grin lit Baker’s features. “I was just telling your dad that you’re a genius.”
I snagged her by the waist. “I said I wanted to hear that in person, didn’t I?”
Her hands clutched the front of my coveralls. I was careful to keep a gap between us so as not to get her dress dirty. Her lips glistened with gloss, the faint scent of honey floating into my nose.
I kissed her—a thank you, I miss you, and I’m so glad you’re here. Her answering one reciprocated relief that I was home. She’d missed me as much as I had her.
“You look pretty,” I murmured against her mouth.
The blush that crept up her cheeks had me ready to get her alone.
Dad cleared his throat. I started, having forgotten he was there.
“Go take a shower.” Baker shoved at my chest.
I couldn’t resist kissing her again. She melted into me. “I can’t without you,” I said huskily against her ear.
Those eyes darted past me to my father and back to mine. “Holt.”
Her cheeks were a crimson that I planned to put back there later tonight.
“I’m going. I’m going.”
Ding dong. Ding dong.
“Are we expecting someone else?” She raised an expectant brow.
I snapped my fingers. “I knew there was something I forgot to tell you.”
“Go. I’ll get the door.”
I swallowed hardwhen I stepped from the bedroom. Laughter floated down the hallway. I didn’t want to be the cause of that to end.
Andrew shot a look at me when I came into the kitchen.
“What’s a guy got to do to get a beer around here?” I slung an arm around my brother and kissed Trish on the cheek.
“Open the refrigerator door,” Baker said smartly.
“I’m not sure I like your tone.” I pointed at her and winked.
I refilled everyone’s wine glass and grabbed a beer.
“Did you cook?” Trish looked at Baker skeptically.
She lifted her chin. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes,” Trish said without hesitation. “Sonya’s better in the kitchen than you.”
Baker put a hand on her hip. “If you must know, Muriella had an extra lasagna in the freezer.” She grinned and clinked glasses with her best friend.
She was so resourceful. It couldn’t have been easy to step out of her comfort zone to ask our neighbor for a favor.
I pulled her into my side and kissed the top of her head. Brows rose all around the kitchen, except Dad, who had a pleased-as-punch expression on his face.
He bounced Ella in his arms.
“She sick?” I pointed my bottle at my new niece. That little girl was a screamer. If she wasn’t, something was wrong.
