Alex twisted toward his mother.“But,Mamá, he’syooooooouge.”
“I don’t care.You don’t tell a man he’s large.He knowshe’s large,” Jet educated.“And you definitely don’t tell your aunt’s boyfriendhe’s large.It’s rude all around.It’s ruder in the family.”
In the family.
Oh yeah.
Shit.
Mo looked to Lottie who had not only taken her feet butregained her flip flops.
She was smiling, big and white at him.
He felt that smile in his gut, his balls and his chest.
Yeah, he’d been claimed.
How the fuck had he let that happen?
Thankfully, she turned her smile from him and declared tothe boys, “We were just at the grocery store.Who wants to help us carry in andput away?”
“Me!”Dante yelled, then raced to the truck.
“Me!”the youngest shouted, then followed his brother a lotless agilely.
“Is it all healthy junk?”Alex asked his aunt.
“Who am I?”Lottie answered.
So that explained the Dove ice cream bars, caramel M&Ms,Tostitos and salsa and pork rinds, all purchases Lottie had not, in three days,demonstrated she’d ever let past her lips.
Alex grinned up at her.“You’re Aunt Lottie.”
He knew there were treats in those bags for her nephews.
Mo’dbeen wrong.
He could not fall in love with her.
That shit was already happening.
“Go help your brothers,” she said gently, grinning back ather boy.
Alex raced to the truck.
Dante was already digging in the back cab where thegroceries were.
“And this is?”
Mo had felt Jet approach, but he was engaged in doinganother scan of the street.
He turned back at Jet’s question.
“Jet, this is Mo, my new mound ofhunkaliciousboyfriend.Mo, this is Jet, my sister,” Lottie introduced.
As previously noted, Eddie Chavez and his crew, all of them,including the ones he was linked not-so-loosely to at NightingaleInvestigations, did not know about what was going down with Lottie.
Another reason, after the second letter, they didn’t bringin the cops.
