“No, it’s Paul Newman’s, but if the meat fits…” When I laughed, she shot me an impish grin. “And now, seeing you be a dad is just everything I dreamed of.”
“Same with you, little one. You’re such a great mom.” I pushed my forehead onto hers. “Speaking of, where is Third? Ma’s?”
“I dropped her off at Paris and Aspen’s. They’ll be going on tour with Mom and Dad and wanted to see her before Christmas.”
My brows lifted.
We were alone.
I’d lie if my dick didn’t twitch in hope.
She noticed too, but her smirk quickly morphed into a grimace as she cupped my cheek. “Do I want to know?”
“Fights are good for the soul sometimes. Brennan needed to get it out of his system.”
“Oh, Brennan did, did he?” She snorted at my smirk. “Brennan’s actually the most level-headed out of all of you. You should give him more credit.”
“I do!”
“I said credit. Not workload.” She rolled her eyes. “Is that how you’re ‘creating’ more time for us? By dumping it on Brennan? Because that isn’t fair to him, Camille,orRoman.”
“No. I’m dumping it on my crew,” I drawled, hooking my hands low on her hips. And it was a partial truth. Brennan had officially begun taking over my position as head of the Firm. “That’s what I pay them for. I’ve expanded it too. Lucas is ready for more responsibility, and he can manage them and any excess workload.
“Brennan’s a control freak. He’ll find his own path.”He had to. But he was so fucking stubborn, I knew that throwing him in at the deep end would be a surefire way to help him figure that out. Still, I needed to change the subject, so I cocked a brow at her. “Heard things got informative during afternoon tea.”
She arched her brow straight back at me. “And?”
“And I was wondering if you’d like to go Christmas tree shopping.”
Savannah stilled. “To an actual lot? Or to Nordstrom’s?”
“The lot around the corner.”
“Oh, wow. This is so Hallmark. Are you going to pin me to the truck bed and feast on gingerbread cookies with me?”
“If I’m feasting on anything, it’s you. As for the Hallmark movie, I have no idea what that is, have no desiretoknow, and if you ever tell my brothers that we discussed them, I’ll plead the Fifth.”
She sniggered. “I thought you were allergic to Christmas trees and all things festive! Conor told me that you hardly ever put up a tree before we got married!”
“This is me.” I grimaced. “Turning over a new leaf.”
“Something funky’s going on but—” From suspicious to beaming, she shot me a bright-eyed smile. “—I’ll take it.”
Savannah wiggled out of my grasp and looked at the elevator panel. “Oh, we haven’t moved.” At my chuckle, she grouched,“Can I help that you make me dumb sometimes? Looking all hot in that peacoat?—”
I groaned.
“You know I love you in a peacoat. Don’t tell me that wasn’t intentional.”
“If it was, it was wasted on you. You only just noticed!”
“Don’t sulk.” Her gaze scanned me up and down. “Have you already been to the lot?”
“What, no?”
“Why are you covered in dirt?” Her nostrils quivered as she approached me and gingerly sniffed my coat. “You are! You’re covered in dirt.”
“Hardly covered,” I protested, but I refused to admit to succumbing to a potato attack. I didn’t doubt she’d find out eventually, but that was a conversation for another day. “Anyway, I’m going to look at trees. Does it matter?”
