When I opened my eyes again, it was to chaos.
“Um.” I hesitated at what I saw.
The entire bed was wet.
The walls were wet.
Boone was wet.
He had milk dripping from his face. His eyelashes. His hair.
“Oh my god,” I breathed.
He opened his mouth and licked his lips.
My breasts continued to spray the liquid gold everywhere.
“What do I do?” I asked.
He shook his head and blinked as milk sprayed him in the eye.
I reached for the pillow behind his head, watched his head flop back onto the mattress in surprise, and covered them.
We both stared into the aftermath.
Then we started laughing.
“We’ll plan better next time,” he promised.
I was so, so embarrassed.
That’d happened a time or two with Boone, but I think this particular embarrassment episode took the win.
My smile was huge as my cheeks flushed. “Sure, right. Like we’ve ever been able to plan anything when it comes to sex.”
His eyes sparkled. “There’s a first for everything.”
Twenty-Nine
Off to cause a kerfuffle.
—Nettie to Boone
Boone
I was nervous.
Really nervous.
I felt like I was about to puke, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d drop my own kid.
“My god, man,” Denver said. “Get it together.”
I looked over at Denver and sighed. “I can’t help it.”
“He’s like this at every one of her games,” Weaver supplied helpfully from the row in front of us. “I swear, it’s like the two of them share a brain. Look at her out there.”
Weaver would know. Every game that he was able to get to of Eddy’s, he went. It just so happened that fifty percent of those games coincided with my wife’s now.
