“I brought dessert.” I hold the bag up and she tries to peek inside of it. “It’s cinnamon rolls,” I whisper and her eyes go big.
“With frosting or without?” she asks and I don’t know if it’s a good answer or not.
“Both,” I answer and she nods her approval.
“Phew,” I say, wiping my forehead, “glad I passed the test.” I joke with her and look over to see Knox in the kitchen leaning back on the counter, watching us, his arms folded over his chest.
“Hey, Kylie,” Westley says to me, his eyes on his game and he doesn’t move from the couch.
Vincent is like his father and gets up, coming over to me. “Hey,” I say to him and hold up my hand for him to give me the high-five I taught him at the game.
“At the end,” he suggests, “we should open our hand like boom.”
“We can try it,” I say, repeating the special handshake and the boom makes it. “That’s even better.” He smirks like he knew this all along.
Nora goes back to the couch, following Vincent as he falls over the side of it and rolls back on. I walk into the kitchen, putting the cinnamon rolls on the counter. “Can I do anything?” I ask him as I walk around the island to stand next to him. My hands itch to touch him, and my body shivers to have him touch me. My eyes focus on him as if my life depends on it.
“It’s all good,” he assures me. “Can I get you anything to drink?” he asks and I shake my head.
“I’m good.” I look around, seeing a pan on the stove and hear the frying of meat.
“I just started the meat for the tacos,” he says and I nod. “I made a bit of meat for the nachos too. I hope that’s okay.”
“Hey, chips and cheese with meat,” I joke with him, “you already won.”
He chuckles. “What did you do today?” he asks me, walking over and stirring the beef.
“I went to two workout classes,” I tell him, and he looks over at me.
“Two?” His eyebrows go up.
“I had pent-up energy.” I wink and he chuckles, looking down into the pan. “Had to get rid of it.”
“That’s a good way.” He looks over at me. “I know another way.”
“Do you?” I ask and we are both flirting with each other, and I have to wonder if he’s as turned on as I am. “And what is that?”
“Better if I show you, after the kids go to bed.” I’m about to tell him that he’s dreaming if he thinks I’m going to have sex in his house with his kids, when Vincent asks.
“When is dinner ready?” He looks over at us. “I’m starving.”
“In a couple of minutes,” Knox replies. “Come and set the table, you guys.”
Vincent, Westley, and Nora all get up and come into the kitchen. “Where are we eating?” Westley asks.
“Can we eat in the dining room?” Nora asks and Knox nods his head.
“Sure.” He walks over and grabs the plates, putting them down.
“Let me help,” I offer and Nora is the one who speaks up.
“Okay, take those,” she points to the plates, “in there.” Her hand moves to the side where there is another hallway.
I pick up the plates and follow her past what looks like an office and into the dining room. The dark-brown almost black table is in the middle of the room. Six chairs are on each side with one at each end. A black steel light hangs over the table that faces a fireplace, which is in between two doors that open to the patio. “Daddy sits here.” She points to the chair at the head of the table and I place a plate down on the table.
“Should we not put a tablecloth?” I ask her and she nods and skips back to the kitchen.
“We need a cloth,” Nora states. I hear drawers being slammed shut and then she comes back with a white one in her hand. I place the plates down where Knox sits and then with Nora’s help we put on the tablecloth. Picking up the plates, I then place them where she tells me everyone sits. “You can sit here,” she points to the chair, “right beside me.” I nod and place the plate next to her. “So it’s girls on one side and boys on the other.”
