I moan, wanting that more than anything.“Soon.”
“When, woman?You can’t starve a famished man.”
“Something tells me you’ll live.Now come on, get Waylon out of the truck.We don’t want your brothers coming out to find us.”
“Yes, ma’am.”He moves around me and removes Waylon’s carrier from the truck, then he takes my hand and leads me toward his family home.
Inside, everyone is seated at the breakfast table, and we’re late.
“Morning, you three,” Mama says, serving up what I can only guess is a second helping of cheesy grits to Wyatt.
“Morning,” I head straight for the coffee pot and fill a mug for West.I shouldn’t be drinking anything that’s not decaf, but he’s a true gentleman and doesn’t mind sharing.
West crosses the room and kisses Mama’s cheek.“Hi, Mama.”
Lemon approaches West and snatches my baby from his carrier, “Where’s my little nephew?Was that big, mean West good to you?”She studies Waylon’s happy little face.“I swear he’s grown over the weekend.Has he grown?”
“Maybe?”I shrug.
“Oh my god, he’s the cutest thing alive.”
I grin proudly.“He’s definitely that.”
West pulls a chair out for me between him and Cash.
“Mornin’, Daisy,” Cash says, hiding his smile behind his coffee cup.“Haven’t seen you in a few days.”
“We haven’t seen either of them in a few days,” Wade says, smirking at the two of us.“It’s almost like you’ve been avoiding the whole family.”
“You’ve certainly been avoiding your chores.You’re welcome, by the way,” Wyatt says.
West grins and slides my chair closer, until there’s zero space between us and his warm thigh is flush with mine.“Are y’all done?”
“You know, if you two sat any closer, you’d be making love at the table,” Colt says.
“Making love?”Wade gives him a goofy expression.“Brother.”
“Ew!”Lemon says, looking at her husband in disgust.
“What?”Colt frowns.“I was tryin’ to censor my words for Mama.”
“I wasn’t born in the dark ages, Colton,” Mama protests.
“I was just being respectful, ma’am.”
“Well, you’ve officially lost my respect,” Lemon says.
Wyatt agrees, “Mine too.”
“I like it,” Cash says.“I guess I’m just old fashioned like that.What about you, Miss Daisy?”
“Oh ...I ...er—”
“Quit it.All of you.”West glares at Cash and rests his hand on my thigh.
“Where is the fun in that?”Lemon says nonchalantly.
I go about fixing West a plate from the dishes in the center of the table and set it down in front of him.When I glance up, every pair of eyes in the room are on me.
