“Please.” Tell me I didn’t sound as horny as I felt.
Get it together, Sheppard. You’re not the kind of woman who drools over a hot man with colorful ink that dances on his skin as his muscles on-top-of-muscles flex while he’s cooking you breakfast.
Or am I?
“You okay there, Madi?”
Of course, he'd noticed the hitch in my voice. I found it seriously annoying that everyone in my life was far too fucking observant.
“Yup, just caffeine deprived.”
“I’d apologize for not getting you Grannie’s, but—”
“We all brew Grannie’s.” I finished as I reached for a mug.
“It’d be a crime to brew anything else.”
“And don’t we know it?”
“Sit, breakfast will be done in a few minutes.”
“You didn’t have to cook.”
“I wanted to.”
“Thank you.” I sat at the table and stared at Matt’s fabulous backside while I hugged my warm mug of magic bean juice.
I took advantage of the view to study the art on his back. Robinhood sat on a brown horse, his bow and arrow at the ready. The longer I stared, the more I noticed. Like the SEAL trident carved into the runes on the saddle.
Needing a distraction so I didn’t think about why I didn’t know about his back tattoo when I’d become intimately familiar with the ink on his chest, I asked, “Is Jamie up yet?”
Nothing extinguished my ravenous lust for Matt like saying my brother’s name.
“No, but I suspect that will change soon.”
No doubt the twins would wake up any second now, demanding attention the only way newborns could—by waking the neighborhood with ear-piercing screams.
“I asked my mom to come over at eight; we can leave after she gets here.”
“Works for me. Grannie’s run?”
“Duh.” I’d need a fucking coffee drip to get me through the day.
The twins let us eat in peace, waiting until Matt was in the shower to scream. Luckily, Mom arrived early, providing us with an extra set of hands.
When it was time to leave, Mom thanked Matt for staying the night. I could’ve sworn there was a hidden meaning behind her words, but was too tired to care.
“No trouble at all. I’m happy to help where I can.”
“Are you staying tonight?”
Knowing I’d told him last night was a one-time deal, I was curious how he'd respond.
“I’d like to, but it depends on what Madi says.”
That fucker. Did he think he could use my mom to convince me to change my mind?
When hell freezes over.
