“You have any siblings?” she asks.
“Not by blood, no.”
“But Max?” she guesses easily enough as I return my focus to my plate of food.
It doesn’t do much to ward off the craving I have for her. The temptation to drop to my knees in front of her barstool and savor the sweet flavor of her pussy.
“Brothers in arms.”
“You were military?”
“Does that surprise you, sweetheart?”
She studies me a moment, looking me up and down. My dick twitches in approval.
“No, I can see it.”
“Max is the closest thing to family I have left. My dad passed a few years ago, and I took over the ranch. We weren’t close. Not really.”
“Your mom?”
“Passed when I was young.”
Kayleigh reaches a hand to my thigh, caressing me through the denim. “I’m sorry.”
“It was a long time ago.”
“You ever been married?”
“No.”
“Never?”
I tense, wanting to talk about anything else. “No.”
“Why not?”
“You about done with your plate?”
“Yes, but?—”
“Then we’re done with this conversation.”
“Elliot—”
“End of discussion.”
She follows me to the sink, hovering behind me as I rinse off our plates. My shoulders tense as I anticipate the questions about Adam’s mom. The bitterness churns in my stomach hotter than normal, considering the nature of my errands today. My entitled son will be staying in Mexico for the foreseeable future if he wishes to avoid jail time. Never again will I allow him to take advantage of Kayleigh.
“I’m sorry if I brought up a sore subject,” she says softly.
“We’re done talking about this.”
“I know.” She waits until I turn toward her, and sucks in her bottom lip. “I just have one more unrelated question.”
“What’s that?”
She lifts the T-shirt once more, flashing her bare pussy. “Did you leave room for dessert?”
