I might have blushed a little at the thought that Aunt Lillian had noticed Ethan checking me out. It was cute, but embarrassing at the same time.
“That boy was equal parts pissed and worried when you up and left him with nothing more than a note and baked goods. He called Remy to find out what the hell was going on.”
Oh, no. That was not good.
“Aunt Lillian, no, he didn’t.”
“He most certainly did, and I give him a ton of credit for doing it. He had every right when you acted like a loon running out of there like your ass was on fire. You left him all alone in your own house. Where he’s a guest.”
I dropped down into one of the stools at the kitchen island and dropped my head down into my hands.
“Jamie!”
I popped my head up at her sharp tone, and she pointed her delicate yet strong gaze directly at me, drilling me to my soul.
“I love you like my own, Jamie, my boy, but you’ve been acting like an idiot.”
She walked over and popped me not so delicately on the back of my head.
“Quit being an idiot, honey, or you’re going to fuck up not only your life but that sweet boy’s life, too. Quit it. Right now.”
I nodded my head like I’d always done when she talked to me like this. Serious Lillian was a force to be reckoned with. She nodded her head in return, then began pulling out the lard, flour, and buttermilk, placing them next to a huge mixing bowl on the counter.
“Now that we’re finished with that. Get your idiot butt over here and show me you remember how to make biscuit like I taught you. I’ll finish up the eggs and bacon. While we’re working, we can come up with a plan to win back your man since he’s moved out of the house.”
Moved out?!
“What do you mean moved out? Where did he go? He didn’t go back to New Orleans, did he?”
Aunt Lillian didn’t even raise her head or look at me. She just kept turning the bacon strips, but I could have sworn I heard her whisper under her breath while shaking her head.
“Idiot.”
