“I’m good with family dinner,” I interjected into Law and his mom’s conversation.
They both looked at me, almost like they had forgotten I was standing right there next to them.
“I love her already,” she pronounced. “Dinner. You have three hours to be at the house.”
With that Law’s mom exited the house, leaving us alone once again.
“Well.” Law laughed at the way he started the conversation. “That was my mom.”
“I gathered.” I laughed back at him.
“Are you sure you’re good with family dinner?” he questioned me with a look of uncertainty.
“Anything that has to do with you and your life here in Alabama, I want to be a part of,” I stated matter-of-factly.
“Then I should probably show you the rest of the house.” Law came up to me and pulled me back into his arms. “What should I show you first, the kitchen, back yard, guest room, game room, master bedroom?”
The playfulness could be read on his face, but I wanted him to know I was serious.
“The kitchen would be good to start with. I’m a little hungry from the flight.”
“Master bedroom it is!” Law grabbed for me and tossed me over his shoulder. A loud squeak escaped me as I started to pound on his back.
“Put me down, Law!” I giggled and pounded a few more times, but it was useless.
“You said you wanted to see what was mine. Well, I’m about to show you my bed.”
He trucked us up the stairs to the first room on the right. The left? I tried to look right side up from my upside down position, but it didn’t help, just caused my head to spin.
Law tossed me onto the bed where I bounced a few times before comfortably dipping into the mattress. His bedroom matched what I had already seen of the rest of the house. The wood of the bed was as light as the banister and instead of family photos on the wall hung a large quilt that looked like it had been well loved over the years of use.
Lawson Kane was as much of a country man if I had ever seen one before.
I gawked over at the man himself as he stripped out of his racing jumper. He slowly lowered it past his hips and shoved out of his boots and the last of the jumper before he was standing in front of me in his boxers.
“I thought you were going to show me your house?” I pouted my question.
“I am. Bed first. House later.” He grunted each sentence out like a caveman.
“That’s not fair!” I whined playfully at him as I sprawled out across the king-sized bed, making myself even more comfortable. A smile tugged at his face.
“This is my room. There are three others. That’s the bathroom.” He pointed to a door that was across the room and my eyes followed. “That’s the television and that’s the dresser. Closet’s over there.”
I watched with intent as Law tried so hard to make it seem like he didn’t want to just jump my bones.
“What about that?” I pointed to the quilt that hung on the wall. A quilt that old had to have a story to go along with it.
“That was great-grandma Edna’s fertility blanket.”
I shot Law a look of horror as he tried to keep a straight face before he burst into a fit of laughter.
“It’s my baby quilt. My great-grandma Edna did make it, but it was used as my grandma Delores’ baby blanket, then my mom’s, then mine.”
A small smile came to my lips as I looked back up at the blanket, thinking about how one day we could have a child we would use the quilt for.Where did that come from?I had come here to be with Law, but I had never expected to think of children. They had never been a thought for me in life. Yeah, I always wanted to find love one day, but that would have been after dancing, and kids had never been in any plan or thought process I ever had when growing up.
I looked over at Law as he stared at the blanket and knew he was thinking the same thing I was.
“We’ve got a bit before we have to be over at my parents’ house.” He took a step forward, hooking his thumbs into the waist of his boxers, and slowly started to pull them down. “And I know the perfect way to pass the time.”
