“Beer,” he reminded me.
I nodded again, started to pull at his arms but then stoppedand rolled up on my toes to touch my lips to his before I pulled free and wentin to get Snap’s beer.
The lip touch was about Sephora.
It was about Joe-joe-kah.
It was about the bed.
It was about Corona Light.
And also about tequila.
It was about the laughter.
And the tears.
It was about the house.
But oddly, most of all…
It was about the paint.
Chapter Five
Dawn
Rosalie
The sun was shining when my eyes opened.
So it was a sun-washed, tanned, defined, partially tattedmale torso that my eyes hit the instant they opened.
I knew where I was.
I was in my new bed in the carriage house pressed down theside of Snapper.
And I knew why I was there.
I’d scratched the surface of precisely how extraordinarybeing a part of Chaos was.
But more, I’d dug deeper into just how extraordinary havingSnapper in my life could be.
To say Carissa and Joker had filled my cupboards was anunderstatement.It was a wonder the kitchen didn’t sink down into thefoundations a foot, it was groaning so much from food.
We made a dent in it eating chips and dip and sandwiches anddrinking beer and wine, cosmos and tequila shooters (I just had beer).
It was all fine and dandy until (what it did not take verylong to learn was) a hilarious woman named Elvira came over with her incrediblyhandsome fiancé Malik and then all hell broke loose when she and Mom talked theother women into playing quarters on my coffee table.
I decided to hang on the floor in the corner by the stairswith Snap and Joker, letting Travis and Nash (Lanie and Hop’s son) crawl allover us.
We got into tickle wars, fake wrestling, and generally beinghuman jungle gyms while chatting.Or the men did this.Any time one of thelittle ones did something that might jar me, Snap snatched them up and let themcrawl all over him.
It was sweet.
It was Snap.
And seeing how amazing he was with kids was doing a numberon me.
