Chapter Sixteen
Everything.Several days had passed since the night Jack had said it, and that one word still echoed in Nichole’s mind over and over.It held so much meaning, but what if she had put more significance into it than was there?
Although he’d not said anything more to give her a hint of his feelings, it seemed as if things between them had changed.There was a new intensity in the air when they were together, and sometimes she’d catch him watching her.She had the impression there was something on his mind, but so far he was keeping his thoughts to himself.The curiosity as to what was going on in his head was so strong that she’d practically bitten her tongue more than once to keep from asking him.
Maybe today he would clue her in.It was Saturday morning, and she was going to join Jack and his grandmother for their Saturday pancake breakfast.She was looking forward to meeting the woman who made cock socks for her grandson.That was one of the funniest things ever, and she wondered if his Grammie and Dirty Mary would have something today that would embarrass him.She hoped so, although she doubted they could top the cock sock.
The doorbell rang, and Rambo’s chin hit the floor as he scrambled to get his feet under him to go find out who’d come to see him.Since she’d learned her lesson, she peeked through the eyehole to make sure it was Jack.
“Hey, you,” she said after opening the door.
She’d only left him a few hours ago, after spending most of Friday night with him.She had taken him to her favorite Mexican restaurant, and then they’d gone back to his house, ripped their clothes off, and had given rutting bunny rabbits a run for their money.He’d wanted her to spend the night, but she hadn’t wanted to show up to meet his Grammie looking like she’d not slept a minute because she’d royally gotten it on all night with the woman’s grandson.
“You’re looking mighty pretty this morning, Miss Masters.”He grinned wickedly as he pulled his sunglasses down and peered at her over the rims, letting his gaze travel over her.
“Such a charmer, Mr.Daniels.”Was there a man sweeter—and sexier—than this one?If so, she’d never met him.
“Just speaking the truth, ma’am.”
She eyed him up and down.“You’re not so bad yourself.”Standing in front of her was sex on two legs, and already knowing the things he could do to her, she wanted nothing more than to grab his hand and tug him along with her to her bed.
He took a step closer, then leaned down until his mouth was inches from hers.“If I wasn’t afraid my Grammie would kill me for missing our pancake breakfast, I’d have you in bed in sixty seconds flat,” he said as if reading her mind.
Then he wrapped his hand around her neck and kissed her.Kissing Jack Daniels was her new favorite thing, and when his tongue invaded her mouth, she moaned.Too soon, he pulled away.
“Let’s go before I decide Grammie killing me is worth getting us both naked and sweaty.”
“Grammie, this is Nichole Masters.Nichole, my Grammie, Elizabeth Daniels.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs.Daniels.”Nichole held out her hand to the woman who, with her white hair, wire glasses framing kindhearted blue eyes, and pearls around her neck, could be the poster child for what grandmothers should look like.
“Call me Lizzy, my dear.”Instead of shaking hands, she pulled Nichole into a hug.“Don’t wait too long to marry him.I need great-grandbabies before I die.”
“Ah...”Nichole glanced helplessly over her shoulder at Jack.He looked back at her with amusement shining in the eyes he’d clearly inherited from his grandmother.
“Grammie, let go of the poor girl, and stop scaring her away with talk of babies.”
The older man standing behind Jack’s grandmother snorted.“Good luck with that, son.She’s not going to stop until you give her one.”
“Three would be nice, dear,” Lizzy said.
Nichole gulped.She wasn’t even sure what her and Jack’s relationship was, but an image of a little boy up to no good with Jack’s eyes and boyish grin popped into her mind.Oh, thanks for that, Grammie.
Jack put his hand on the other man’s shoulder.“Nichole, this is Harold Robinson.”
“My beau,” Lizzy said, her eyes lighting up as she beamed at Harold.
“Mr.Robinson, nice to meet you.”
He shook the hand she held out.“The pleasure is all mine, dear.”
“We got you a present,” Lizzy said, picking up a small gift bag from the table next to her.
Jack groaned.“I was hoping you’d skip that little tradition knowing I was bringing Nichole today.”
“Oh, it’s not for you, Jackie.This one’s to welcome Nichole to the family.”
“Aren’t you sweet?”She should have brought something for his grandmother.Flowers would have been nice.“Can I open it now?”
