“I know. But I wanted to. When you get a chance to check the app, let me know if they’re clear. It was hard to tell with a flashlight.”
I washed my hands and put the covered dish in the refrigerator. “Would you like a cup of coffee or something else to drink?” I offered while I checked the camera feed.
“Does that mean you’re out of lemonade?”
“It does,” I laughed. “But the recipe’s all yours as soon as you tell me what kind of baby magic you know.”
He held up his thumb and index finger. “Flick your fingernails against each other next to his ear. I don’t know what it is about that sound. It’s almost like it lulls them into a trance. It’s worked every time I’ve tried it.”
I cleared my throat. “The secret lemonade recipe is a packet of Kool-aid. I use three-fourths of a cup of sugar instead of one cup and toss in a few lemon slices.”
His mouth dropped open in shock. “Are you serious?”
“Cross my heart.”
He pointed a finger at me. “I’m going to try this, so I’ll know if you’re giving me a bullshit recipe in an attempt to keep your secret.”
“I pinky promise,” I said and extended my little finger.
Without hesitation, he hooked his pinky with mine and we shook once. I grinned from ear-to-ear the whole time.
“So, yes or no on coffee?”
“That depends. Are we having anything else with coffee?” he asked and nodded to the refrigerator.
“That needs to chill for an hour or two before it can be served.”
“Well,” he clapped his hands together. “What do you want to do for the next hour or two?”
“We could watch a movie,” I suggested.
“Sounds good to me. Do you have something in mind?”
“Actually, I do, but feel free to say no.” At his nod, I continued. “There’s a new shark movie I’ve been wanting to see. I love shark movies, but Landon won’t watch them with me.”
Grant laughed and made himself comfortable on my couch. “That’s more than okay with me. I was bracing for a chick flick.”
* * *
I waited quietlyand watched intently as he brought the spoon to his mouth and tasted the banana pudding. His reaction didn’t take long. He closed his eyes and groaned, while sliding the spoon from his mouth. Then, he used it to point from me to his bowl and back. “This is great. Is it another one of your Nana’s recipes?”
“Thank you,” I beamed. “And yes, it is. Almost everything I make is one of hers.”
I started cleaning the kitchen, hoping to get that done while he was eating, but he only took a few more bites before he wiped his mouth and asked, “Aren’t you going to have any?”
“Oh, yeah, I’ll get some in a minute,” I said and went back to wiping off the counters.
I didn’t hear him move, but I froze when I felt his presence behind me. Then, his bowl appeared on the counter beside my hand. He gently took the cloth I was using to clean and tossed it to the side. Turning me by my shoulders to face him, he hoisted me onto the countertop and met my eyes. “Have some now.”
“Okay,” I agreed quietly. He scooped some onto his spoon and turned back to me. I licked my lips and parted my mouth, ready for a bite of yummy goodness.
The spoon hit the counter with a loud clatter as Grant’s lips crashed into mine, kissing me with an intensity that was almost too much. Which was exactly what I liked.
Eagerly returning the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and tried to pull him closer while my legs went around his waist. My hands found their way to the hem of his shirt and started pushing it up. He reached behind his head for the collar of his shirt and yanked it off in one fluid motion.
He kissed his way from my lips to my ear. “I was trying to be good.”
“I know. Stop it,” I whined and punctuated it by pinching his side. “I don’t want you to be good. I want you to fuck me.”
