“No questions,” Simone said, her dark eyes glittering in a teasing way that Lila Mae had seen several times on Trap’s face.
“Noembarrassingquestions,” Trap said. “Can we just be normal?”
His uncle laughed, and that didn’t bode well for Lila Mae. She didn’t care, and she slipped her hand into Trap’s using the table as cover. She met his eye, and while he looked like he might start committing crimes, Lila Mae smiled, because she was here with him and there was nowhere else she’d rather be.
At least until Micah looked at her with a devilish glint in his midnight eyes. “So, Lila Mae, you live in a tiny house, right? What’s going to happen if you and Trap end up married? Is that place big enough for both of you?”
That was technicallythreequestions, and a squeak came out of Lila Mae’s mouth as Trap growled, “Can we just pray and talk about the sermon like we always do?”
But now all Lila Mae could think about was sharing her tiny house with Trap, the width of his shoulders, and all those muscles.
22
Trap turned the key in his truck, the air conditioning cutting off. He’d parked behind the IFA, and he slipped from the truck and turned to the back door. The Walkers were bringing today’s lunch for the small ranch owner’s meeting, and Tate was bringing fried chicken dinners from Wilde & Organic, Conrad had ordered fruit tarts from the Three Rivers Bakery, and Trap had said he’d bring drinks.
JJ had jumped on that, and he’d texted to say he’d bring cups and the ice. All Trap had to do was load up the cases of soda and water he’d bought that morning. He didn’t have a flatbed cart here, so he picked up three cases of soda pop and started for the back door.
“Is this going in too?” Henry called.
“Yes,” Trap said. “All of it.”
He got the door open and held it for Henry, who carried in the case of water bottles. Angel had her little girl in her arms, and she gave Trap a tight smile as she approached.
“Is she sick?” he asked.
“No, but my momma is,” Angel said. “We left Wrangler with Trevor, but Starr is a little bit too much for him.”
“So he’s not coming either,” Trap said, not really asking.
“He doesn’t dare leave Janey’s side.” Angel stepped past him, and Trap followed her into the building. “Though she’s not due for another three weeks.”
“A boy, right?” Trap asked, really hoping his memory had served him well.
“Yes,” she said. “They’re going to name him Wicker.”
“Wicker White,” Trap said with a smile. “I actually really like that.”
“I think they’ll just call him Wick.” Angel turned to enter the room, and Trap heard Henry grunt and then aclunk!as he assumedly set down the case of water. The thirty-six cans of soda in Trap’s arms were definitely starting to make his muscles scream, and he hurried into the room after Angel.
Of course, Finn had already arrived, and he stood down at the coffee station that he and Alex Baxter always provided. Alex and Paul stood there with him, and Tate currently unloaded the individual chicken dinners in the typical Wilde & Organic dark blue plastic containers.
“Hey, I have a ton of pies in my truck,” Conrad said just as Trap slid his soda cases next to the water. “Can I get a few hands to help me?”
“I can,” Henry said.
“Coming,” Finn and Alex said at the same time.
Trap still needed to get the last three cases of soda, so he followed everyone down the hall and back outside. He detoured over to his truck as JJ pulled in beside him, and after three more trips back and forth, all the food had been loaded into the conference room at the IFA.
Colt had arrived, along with Jake Ahlstrom, Wilder, and Rock.
“No Smiles today?” Finn asked.
“He was up at Dawson’s place,” Wilder said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “They’re coming together.”
“Link went out to Brandon’s to help with the strawberry harvest,” Rock said. “They’re coming together too.”
“Is he coming?” Finn asked. “Brandon, I mean. I thought Lenore didn’t like being out on the homestead alone.”
