“Oh, someone is sucking up big time,” Silas said, and Willow only smiled at him.
Kenny gave her another kiss, and she said, “There’s one more thing in the bag, Sir.”
He looked in, looked back to her, and then reached in to pull the t-shirt out and let it unfold.
The others saw it before he did, and both Boone and Silas laughed when they read:THE CORRECT ANSWER IS YES SIR.
Kenny turned it around to read it, and he chuckled. “Once again, damned straight it is.”
Boone snorted. “Looks like somebody’s finally embracing his inner dictator.”
Willow grinned. “But only if it’s said with the proper respect.”
Boone raised a brow, and she quickly added, “Sirs.”
Kenny folded the shirt with exaggerated care. “I might need this in different colors.”
He met her gaze. “I love you, and I’m so glad we’re all a family. Now, give Silas his gift, little hawk.”
She turned to Silas and handed him a large box, a foot by a foot and a half, though only seven inches tall, and he eyed her with suspicion.
“Too big to be another whip. A paddle, maybe?”
She felt her face go hot. How did he know?
He opened it, paused, and let out a low hum of appreciation.
“Oh wow. This outfit keeps total control, so they know it’s organic. Damn, Willow. Thank you.”
Kenny leaned over. “Spices?”
Silas nodded. “Premium spices.”
Kenny lifted a brow and looked at her, and she told Silas, “I asked Kenny if he’ll expand the kitchen garden, if I buy the supplies, so I can grow the herbs you use most: chives, rosemary, basil, parsley, sage, oregano. You already use the peppers I grow, Sir, so it makes sense.”
Silas’s gaze held hers for a beat longer than necessary. “Thoughtful and practical. My favorite combination.”
She swallowed. “I kind of don’t want to point this out after your other two gifts, but there’s something under the spices, Sir.”
He lifted the box of spices out of the outer box and let out something close to a guffaw.
She’d seen a cutting board with a handle, shaped like a paddle, and she’d bought it and had wording charred into the top part, away from where he’d be chopping. It said: CHOP. SLICE. SPANK.
“Oh, my darling little paintoy, this will absolutely be put to use in the kitchen.”
She flushed and handed him his gift bag.
Silas pulled out the coffee mug first: I RUB BUTTS AND PULL PORK.
He stared at it, then slowly turned his gaze to Willow while attempting to look stern. “I spank butts and pull nipples, too.”
She grinned, “I know, Sir. Isn’t it grand?!”
He looked at the mug again. “The pack is going tolovethis on the mornings after a full moon run.”
Boone leaned over to read it and cracked up.
Kenny told him, “You can’t say it isn’t true.”
