“Something we do every year. Open mind. Please.” Bronson said.
“Yeah. Come with us. You’ll like it,” Madalyn said.
Cole nodded, “Really think you will.”
I eyed the three of them suspiciously, “So this is how it feels to have the three of you gang up on me, huh?”
They chuckled, then I shrugged, “Y’all haven’t let me down so far. I’m in.”
Thirty minutes later, we were at the superstore.
I lifted a brow but didn’t say anything.
And knowing how this played out, both Madalyn and I waited in the truck for Cole and Bronson to round the hood so they could open our doors.
Once we were both out, we headed into the store as I heard a woman say, “Ladies, those are some good men y’all have there.”
Madalyn looked at her and smiled, “Thanks. But it’s our dad teaching my brother how to be a good man.”
‘We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.’
– Winston Churchill.
Chapter 8
Lila
“And showing his daughter how she should be treated,” I chimed in.
Bronson chuckled.
Cole also chimed in with, “And teaching me how to treat a woman.”
The woman looked at me and smiled, “You must be so proud. Way to go, little lady.”
Umm... what was I supposed to say to that?
He wasn’t mine.
They weren’t mine.
Even though I claimed them as my own.
Just as I settled to say, thank you, Madalyn wrapped her arm around mine and looked at the woman, and with a blinding smile on her face, she said, “Oh, she so is.”
And with that, we walked through the sliding glass doors.
And I would have given anything to have seen the look on Bronson’s face when she said that.
I shook my head at my internal thoughts, and then asked, “So what are we doing?”
All three of them smiled as they moved toward the right and commandeered four carts.
“Going to grab the coffee. You want your usual?” Madalyn asked.
I nodded, “Thanks, sweetheart.”
She winked.
