“Fuck, I guess I’ll make breakfast.”
They laughed taking some of the awkward tension from the room. His brother worked around the kitchen they’d grown up in with Stone helping out and Bogs joining in. It wouldn’t be the first time they were the first ones up and making breakfast but it was the first with them waiting on a woman. His woman.
Kenzie remained quiet, getting her coffee and sitting at the empty table.
“How ya want your eggs, Kenzie?” T asked. When she didn’t answer Bogs and his brothers turned to see her standing by the table with tears in her eyes.
“I just wanna say that I’m…”
T moved forward to her with Stone grabbing Bogs’ arm. He looked over and Stone lifted his chin to T.
“Unless the words, scrambled, fried or sunny side up come outta your mouth, don’t want to hear it.”
“Uh.” Her shocked eyes widened and met Bogs’. He knew what T was doing. It wasn’t the way he would have handled it but it might just be best coming from T.
T stepped closer getting in her space. She looked up, unsure, but didn’t back away.
“Don’t say you’re sorry or whatever you planned on saying. Last night is over, it’s done and forgotten. We’re not gonna rehash shit, we’re not gonna fucking dwell on it, and you’re not gonna second guess it, no man in this room is gonna let you. We’re also not gonna let what happened fuck with anything of ours, and that includes you. Ya hear me?”
Her gaze flickered to Bogs and he tightened his lips to keep from laughing. T may not be the best with words but healways got his point across. Last night was done and now they moved on.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good, now…scrambled, fried or fucking sunny side up?”
Kenzie face transformed into a smile. “Scrambled, please.”
T turned around, moving back to the stove. Bogs caught the smirk on Stone’s face as he went into the fridge. He felt her hand on his back and he looked down. It was going to be okay.Shewas going to be okay.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Kenzie held the container of potato salad in her lap as they drove up his dad’s driveway. She spent the morning fielding texts and calls from Roxanne. Bogs had briefly mentioned she was an event coordinator but nothing prepared her for what she got in the last few hours.
Her phone dinged and she glanced down to her seat.
“My sister?”
“Is she always like this?”
“If there’s a party.”
“I thought this was just dinner though.”
“You say dinner, she says party.” He laughed and pulled up in front of the house. His childhood home was amazing. Given more time now with less nerves, she got to see the huge house for what it truly was. Magnificent.
The sound of crunching gravel had her turn to see T and Cassie pulling up, Cassie’s blonde hair standing out in the dark cab. She waved. They parked behind Bogs and got out. Kenzie watched as Cassie got out from the truck. She looked as though she was ready to pop out the baby any second. As T rounded the front bumper, he threw up his hands and snapped.
“I told you to wait for me. Fuck, Cassie, ya can’t just be jumping out of the fucking truck like that.” Cassie moved to the side, rolling her eyes, allowing an angry T to reach back into the truck.
Kenzie laughed when Cassie grabbed a tray from his hands. She slammed the door shut and stuck her tongue out at him. “Relax, baby, I got it. I’m fucking pregnant, not fucking breakable.”
“Cassie.” He narrowed his eyes and his tone was a warning.
She furrowed her brows and smirked, mimicking his voice. “T.”
Kenzie giggled but immediately clamped her lips shut when his gaze jerked to her. Of all the brothers, T was by far the scariest. However, his wife didn’t seem to notice.She didn’t doubt there was a nice guy hidden somewhere underneath the glares and cursing.
Cassie ambled over to her and hooked her arm through hers. Where T made her nervous, Cassie was the complete opposite. “Whatcha got in there?”
