Dixie looks between us with a soft smile. “I’m sure there’s something in her old room. Help yourself, Mae.”
“Thank you,” I mumble and Cooper leads the way to June’s room.
“Princess, I’ll be right back,” he calls over his shoulder, and she doesn’t spare us a glance, more interested in what Dixie is making.
Cooper closes the door to June’s room behind him. “I’m sure there are jeans in the closet or the dresser,” he says, with a silly grin on his face.
“Okay, thanks.” I stand in the middle of the room, waiting for him to leave. “You can go now. I think I’ve got this part handled.”
He chuckles and takes a step toward me, gathering me into his arms. “I’m sorry we didn’t finish what I started.”
I nibble my lower lip, and he gathers the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over my head. Before planting his lips on my neck.
“Now is not the time to finish it,” I mumble, head tipped back, eyes closed, wholly focused on his mouth on my skin.
“I think you underestimate me, stubborn.”
“That might be true, but you have work to do and your hour is ticking.” I sigh, opening my eyes.
He straightens and frowns. “Dammit, then hurry up and get dressed.”
I snort, and he leaves June’s room.
Mae: Long story short, I’m borrowing your clothes
June: I should probably ask why, but no worries.
Mae: Do you have a bra or sports bra I can borrow?
June: Top drawer. We MIGHT be the same size.
Mae: I’ll make it work
June: Cooper told me he called you so he wouldn’t have to wake up Naomi
Mae: he did
June: This is a good thing, Mae. But please remember what I said.
Mae: It’s the first thing on my mind every day
June: Fair enough. Gotta go, have an abscess to remove.
I go through June’s drawers and find a pair of jeans that surprisingly fit, but are too long for me, a belt, and then a sports bra that’s a little big, but it works.
I look for a t-shirt, then take Cooper’s and don’t allow myself to think too deeply about it.
Leaving June’s room, I smack face-first into a muscular back. Startled, I take a step back, and Cooper spins around with a grin.
“You seriously waited for me?” I ask him.
He shrugs. “I needed a second from my wild child.”
I’m sure he doesn’t get many of those moments, especially being a single dad. “Ready?” he asks.
“Yep,” I say.
He takes my hand, leading us back into the kitchen. “I like you in my shirt, by the way,” he whispers in my ear, and my skin heats.
