I headed out of the room, walking right for the front door. I grabbed my coat out of the front hall closet and then sat on the bench to pull on my winter boots.
“We’re not doing this,” he snapped.
“Okay. You don’t have to. Wes, get your stuff on.”
“Uh—”
“No, I’m not letting you,” Parker argued.
Thrusting a hand on my hip, I smirked at him. “Let me?”
“You know what I mean,” he said, getting more flustered by the moment.
Grabbing the keys off the hook, I only made it a step toward the door before he snatched the keys from me.
“Blake, this is insane. No one drives forty minutes for Chinese food.”
“The baby wants it,” I pouted.
Rolling his eyes, I knew I had him when he sighed and grabbed his coat. “You’re going to use that against me for the rest of the pregnancy, aren’t you?”
“And so many times after, too.”
“The baby can’t want Chinese food at the age of one month.”
“No, but I can still have cravings,” I grinned. “And you wouldn’t deny me what I really want.”
Scowling at me, he pushed Wes toward the door. “Take note of this, Wes. One day, you’re going to meet a woman and the thought of getting marriedwill run through your mind. Think very carefully about your answer. If you say yes, that woman will have you by the balls for the rest of your life.”
“You could always say no,” Wes muttered.
“Yeah, good luck with that. Tell me how that works out for you.”
I shut the door behind us, then took Parker’s outstretched hand.
“I’m not getting married, so it doesn’t matter.”
Parker burst out laughing, slapping Wes on the back. “Yeah, that’s what we all say, kid. And then one of us finds a woman who pushes us through a window, and everything changes.”
He looked at Parker like he was crazy. “I’m not sure I should be taking any advice from you.”
“Probably not. Just remember what I told you. It’ll come in handy one day.”
I tugged Parker closer to me, then waited for him to lean down and press his lips to mine. “Thanks, babe.”
“For what?”
“Chinese food.”
Huffing out a laugh, he smiled. “If I had known all it took was Chinese food to make you happy, I never would have done all that fighting with you.”
“If you hadn’t fought me, you never would have gotten to the Chinese food,” I countered.
“Touché.”
31
MICHAEL
