Laughter erupted from me, and I snorted, kissing him again, because… well, I loved the ridiculous asshole beyond all imagining and he was my husband, after all. I could kiss him whenever I fucking wanted.
“What if I don’t wanna share?”
“Ooo, I like it when you get a little selfish. It always goes well for me.”
A pop sounded behind me moments before Marcie said, “Me, too!”
Hayden pushed her head back down on his dick, saying, “Back to work, pequeña. Papi needs to come.”
I laughed, kissed Hayden a yet again time, and said, “I’ll get mine after I feed you both.”
Walking into the kitchen, I got the coffee brewing, then pulled out all the fixings for scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, and pancakes. Oh, and toast, I remembered, turning for the bread. Mama would be proud, but I still wished I could manage biscuits and gravy.
I sucked at both.
I tried numerous times over the last twenty years to master them, and they were an art form I couldn’t manage, unless you wanted to use them for building a retaining wall. They’d be perfect for that, since you could use my gravy for the mortar, and my biscuits always came out like mini bricks.
“Ooh, are you making what I think you’re making?” Heidi asked as she came into the kitchen.
A smirk pulled at my mouth. The Holts in the house would be descending as soon as the sausage and bacon got going and the smells wafted through the rooms.
“I am, if you make…”
“The biscuits and gravy. On it.”
The morning couldn’t get any fucking better.
The coffee was brewing, scratch that, brewed as Celeste, who was the first Holt to appear, handed me a cup. She poured herself and Heidi cups before turning to the island and cutting up all the veggies for Spanish omelets. The loves of my life were in bed waiting for me to feed them. Then, there would be sex with the sexiest two people on earth.
Taking a sip of coffee, I turned, and sure enough, everyone whose last name was Holt gathered in the room, except Jackson. Moments later, Priest and Cameron wandered in along with Hayden and Marcie.
I scowled at him.
The day just took a turn for shitty.
Hayden cuddled against my back, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I’ll make it up to you. Foster texted wanting to go over the schedule for the day since everyone was up and moving.”
“I’ll make that asshole pay. I’m thinking Mentholatum in his bodywash.”
“I heard that, Deckie, and remember, turnabout is fair play.”
Hayden took his coffee mug from Marcie, looking at me over the rim as he took a drink.
“Don’t do it, vato. You don’t wanna know what sorta pranks a bunch of military types can come up with while being forced to hurry up and wait in the middle of a desert with bombs going off around you.”
Screw them both. Foster fucked with… well, the fucking. So, he had it coming. Pulling a well-timed prank was one place where I could exercise a little patience. Not much. But some.
When the first batch of food got done, Hayden handed me some plates and said, “Grab you and Marcie some food, vato, I’ll finish up.”
We sat around the table hashing out who would stay in Nashville and who would go to Seattle. It wasn’t much of a discussion. Asher and Bauer were staying, as were Priest and Cameron.
Marcie asked the latter two to check in on her dad. The hospital transferred him back to the nursing facility a couple of weeks ago. Priest and Cameron agreed, saying they’d take off once we left. The guys visited with Marcie’s dad regularly to check in on him for her. The heart attack had some neurological side effects that showed themselves once he no longer needed sedation. It broke our girl’s heart, but her pop got easily agitated when Marcie visited. He confused her with her mother every damn time, and because we’d accompanied her once, Hayden and I doing the visits were outta the question since we triggered his agitation. But the two Marines who called on him were just friendly faces who played poker and chess with him.
Jackson joined us and thanked whoever cooked before coming to the table with a plate of food piled high. Eyes darted around the room at the absence of Katie, but we had time before the flight, so we let it go.
Close to an hour later, Katie joined us. She sat down her backpack and gig bag before thanking Hayden for cooking.
“You’re welcome. Are you actually going to eat this time?” he asked as he passed her a plate.
