"Are you still mad about earlier? I was just playing with you and short dude. Maybe if he thinks he has a little competition he'll finally step up and claim you."
That's not exactly what it seemed like he was doing to me.
"Did you grow up here?" I ask ignoring that last statement.
"Yep and my brother still lives here with his wife, Kennedy, and their son, Jake in the carriage house. Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it's beautiful. You are very blessed."
"In many ways."
He says that while looking in between his legs.
"Why do you always talk like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you are the most fantastic man in the universe. Like you are God's gift."
"You said it. Not me."
"You talk too much about yourself."
"I've got a lot to say."
He laughs heartily again, and it's so darn sexy and infectious, I forget for a moment how much he irritates me and laugh with him.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
We were laughing so hard; neither of us noticed Saint's parents approach the car.
"Oh hey, Mom. Dad."
Saint rolls down the window. It's not as cold here as it is in New York but it's still a cool afternoon.
"Hello to you too, Saint, and welcome to Oak Hill, Miss White," Saint's mother pleasantly says. His dad on the other hand just gives me a good once over and turns to walk back towards the main house.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson," I offer brightly. "Nice to meet you both."
Saint's mother looks at me, then looks at Saint and smiles. It's a grin that completely matches her son's. It's warm and friendly and has a lot of meaning behind it.
"I hope you like lamb chops. I just charred some to death on the grill."
"You grilled lunch?"
"Oh we like to grill all year round here. As long as there's no snow on the ground. All you have to do is wear a jacket."
I nod my head as if I understand. I see thatcrazymight be a Stevenson family trait.
"Can I help you with anything, Mrs. Stevenson?"
"Oh no, dear. I wouldn't think of it. My husband made you come all the way out here to give you the once over, the least I can do is feed you."
"That's very gracious of you. Where did Mr. Stevenson go? I'm sure he has some questions for me."
"I'm not sure he does, now that he's seen you."
Oh he better ask me something.
