“I’ll bring an application to you, baby,” he said.
“Cool.Oh, and strap in, Hutch.Your knowledge about wildlife rescue and commitment to it is amassiveturn on.I’m gonna suck your cock so good, you’ll be ruined for other women.”
His cock paid attention.
His heart squeezed.
His gut clenched.
But he forced his lips to smile.“Something to look forward to.”
“You better believe it,” she promised, stretching her seatbelt so she could land a kiss on his jaw.
For some reason, where her lips landed burned.
And it did it in a way he hoped that sensation would never fade.
But as he drove, it did.
Because something he’d learned in life.
The good shit always did.
He’d droppedMabel and gone home to get Hannibal, so Mabel’s living room turned into a playroom of tug of war, fetch and kid versus dog play-wrestling while Mabel insisted he, Brett and Abigail sit at her island and drink beer while she futzed in the kitchen, also drinking beer, but doing it sorting dinner.
Though, there wasn’t a lot to be done, because she got the beef stew in the slow cooker that morning, so Hutch had yet again walked into a house that smelled like heaven.
The kids’ and dogs’ laughter, giggles and play growls competed with the soft rock Mabel put on.Conversation flowed.And plenty of mirth was had at the island too.
Since Mabel didn’t have a dining room table, when dinner was served, Brett and Abigail set the kids up on the floor at the coffee table while the adults ate at the island.Mabel and Hutch gave their dogs orders so the kids could eat without the dogs getting in their space and begging.And Abigail didn’t miss that Mabel had both biscuits and whole grain rolls in her breadbasket, a choice of white or cauliflower rice for a base, and only one of their party selected the healthier options.
Hutch didn’t miss it either.
Nor did he miss that Mabel didn’t make a big deal of it.
Or any deal of it.
He didn’t cook with Bree, he only ate with her.Even so, she didn’t hesitate to give him shit, mostly around the times she let herself “cheat,” and she hated to do that alone, so she nagged him to do it with her.
But Molly and Danielle both had tons to say about what a huge pain in the ass it was to cook healthier.
Hutch wasn’t the kind of man to make a woman cook for him as he liked it, and she either had to deal with it and eat like he ate or cook two meals.He could cook for himself, didn’t mind it, and was good at it.
But watching Mabel, it was the first time he noticed that it actually wasn’t that big of a deal.
You steamed some cauliflower rice, you offered two types of bread, and you made a main that was tasty that everyone would like.
She did that when she roasted her chicken, too.
She ate the skin.
He didn’t.
She smothered hers in gravy.
He didn’t.
The end.
