Cam shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Sugar’s going to kill you, Reggie darling.”
“Yes, but what a way to go.”
“I can think of better ways,” Sawyer said with a hint of suggestion to his voice.
She squeezed her arms a little tighter around his chest.
Sawyer walked over to the porch railing, turned and bent enough that Regina could rest her bottom on the rail but still hang onto his back.
“When’s the meat going on?” Regina asked hopefully.
“In about two minutes,” Cam replied. “Hungry?”
“Starving. I want the biggest steak.”
Sawyer grunted again, and she poked him.
“Where the hell do you put all that food, Reggie? I swear you have tapeworms.”
She grinned and stared at Cam over Sawyer’s shoulder. “I need food. And sugar. Red meat and sugar.”
“What you need is to start eating healthier or you’re going to keel over with a heart attack before you hit thirty.”
“That gives me two more years of culinary bliss then.”
He eyed her balefully. “Not funny. I want you around a lot longer than that, love.”
She softened and went all gooey inside at his tender words. She could endure daily lectures from Cam when he topped them off with statements like that.
“You’ve got Hutch all wrapped around your little finger,” he continued. “That’s why he’s in there contributing to your bad habits. I on the other hand am not so easily manipulated.”
“Which is why you’re grilling steaks?” Sawyer asked innocently.
Cam shot him a glare.
“Maybe Sawyer and I should do the cooking,” she suggested.
Sawyer choked against her, and Cam looked so horrified, she giggled.
“It was just an idea,” she said.
“Yeah, a bad one,” Cam muttered.
She moved her arms from Sawyer’s neck and burrowed them under his arms and around his waist. She laid her head between his shoulders and sighed contentedly.
Life didn’t get much better than this. Nice weather, steaks on the grill, good times and her three best friends on earth. Correction, her three lovers. They were still the best friends she’d ever have, regardless of the fact that she was sleeping with them. And she’d never love anyone else more.
She hugged Sawyer tighter. When would their time come? And would he hold back as he’d done a year ago? There was so much latent power bottled up inside him. He wouldn’t make love to her as Hutch had, and it both excited her and made her nervous as hell.
Sawyer was . . . all rough edges and wild, untamed urges. And knowing him as well as she did, she knew he’d try and hide that part of him from her.
She sighed.
Sawyer tensed against her. “What’s wrong, Reggie?”
She smiled. “Nothing. Just thinking.”
He took her wrists and pulled them away from his chest and slowly turned around in her arms.
